Speculations converge to the well of oblivion
Steaming vapours touch the cold face of the lid
Black coals leave the meadow as white flying ashes
Who’ll bear those blisters of the burnt out oil?
The watchman surrenders before the midday snooze,
Stray dogs pants out of breath in the scorching noon,
Compassionate Master witnesses all unforgivable acts-
Till then everything is washed by a soothing afternoon!
Speculations are better never born…
Steaming vapours must unite the sky…
Black coals were blissful below the earth…
Who can digest the yell of a bleeding goose?
- Anunoy Samanta
(Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 - 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge!)