A Hidden Face

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

How a creeper

Still climbs

On unfavorable ground!

When flowers no longer blossom,

Winter holds with needle ant’s teeth,

Dream at faintest light

Crawls up to the ceiling

But to fall again,

Years roll

For a hammer’s deadliest blow,

Seeking hands…. Fingers

Ripped up

Lie in a pool of blood

In immense pain.

Deep blue ocean rises,

Swells,

And goes wild

But then turns

Into a freezing stone!

Yet a window opens

Sometimes

To see

How well she is keeping!

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