Building faith on crumbling lies
robots of fear thus all deny,
the mountain of truth, the power of the eye
passing wings of memory.
A blue face looks on in wrath
shadow lengthens with burnt-out ash
fragile head, agile past or
trumpet-cry of agony.
When will the sun go down in despair?
When will the stars come up in pain?
Masked mortals dance on the horizon
shall return to shalom with drops of rain.
Let us look forward to yesterdays
let us bury our nerves in future
let us all know, someday we'll die
either like a moth or a martyr.
Light peeps through closed doors,
graffiti stay on like teary whores
a room of hope, a shower of sigh
waiting at the corner.
Carry the blues of a laughing face
strum the tune for a nameless race
the torso of truth and the blinded eye
walk behind the mourner.
Shubhabrata Baneriee is a staff writer at Desh and the author of Sudure Baichhe Bnasi: Pashchatya Sangeet-e Rabindranath (a monograph on the influence of Rabindranath Tagore's works on western classical composers) and four book of poems.