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.