By Rohan Chakrabarty
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| Photo credit - Tuhin |
return the shadows back to the sun
shards of glass reunite with its own
the sodden eyes needs to dry.
The world must know, it has lost
mere puppet of guns and ink,
the Achille’s heel – the human heart
will no longer be righteous enough to serve.
Servitude to penance, will be unfruitful
and unable to bring back what is lost.
Yes, there is time till it pervades through,
the herald can wait.
In procrastination.
