KOUSHIK GHOSH

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1.

Night totters in transience
You could hardly feel
Like one who traverses through the same
May or May not be
The staggering soul
Could see day breaking
Or soothe his sense of Hearing the notes sweet
From the dawn minstrel

May not day-break allow
Him remaining as a proof
To stand on the witness
Box
As he wants to come on
His own unperceived

It matters not how a child
Drops from the womb
Unheard,i
It does matter it falls
To judgement true

The night he left behind

2.

I fear the Drum now
Its beat beats my heart faster
As I hear strange whispers into my ears
Then the moment crumbles up
Crumbles to dust
Dust stained in gore

It is not now
As it had been of years earlier
When in a boyish ignorance
I danced
To the drumbeats of
Occasion festive
Hymns of Joy
Resonated the blue

I feel at sea today
If the heavens underwent
Some drastic surgery
Or
The Drums are all toxic