Travel To Home

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Words go on knitting time,

Around the Sun long-buried,

Where plants sleep in rooted dreams

And the heart cries as it bleeds!

Emersion of bodily storm takes us

To the old funeral pyre.

Hormones' surge hopelessly ends

In sacrifice by fire.

Overflowing water sounds in poetry;

From doors disquiet springs have gone!

I row my boat in darkness

In pain I find my home.

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