This poem was conceived and written in collaboration.

Co Authors : Marcel Top, Ayesha M.Ali and Budhaditya Chattopadhyay

The mist in the distance has already subsided,

The insects retreat too ,

the stream is lonely and serene.

The black boat floats, in lonely vigour.

How dear these twilights when a passion for desires took hold.

O ignorance! O madness! How inconsolably scarlet are those dreams of ours

Before our eyes a boundless wall of red,

Shot through by sudden streaks of jagged pain!

Then a slow-gathering darkness overhead,

O vision of my city, Yesterday you lay anew,

Tomorrow you’ll be dusty,

Ever at the end of your road, Meet me there then,

the hour of dying

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