A Poem by Parthapriyo Basu

The path
 

The path is hyperbolic,
‘Call it deliberate?
Aren’t you out of mind?
Perhaps the earth whirls
‘I’m not certain
Perhaps the Sun, the onlooker, encroaches,
Well, the light between shadows of leaves
The brown shades on cheeks
All contributed…
Don’t you think w’en you capture a soul
A poor soul, its beautiful mind!
Fresh… fresh?
What you say?
Conditioned, socially. Strategic?
No no no no, mistake… mistake…
No strategy, every relation has a bond of love
expressive, non-expressive, silent, bold,