My Un-walked Footsteps
My each foot step walks ahead of me
That never fits to my feet
Trying to hide the ever dying body.
One little god falls over the other
To see the passing page from the present to the past
While each is caged to the ground
Only to determine a legacy on the earth
But the road goes nowhere
To carry on a walk
To follow anyone anywhere
Never saying
How much of the earth is covered?
The silence tries not to envision the sound
Absorbed into its unyielding hand
To escape the window in anguish
To keep the room dark
Until it reached the door
In deciding to take the faceless people
Not to return again
Knowing that a motive behind a smile is an honest betrayal.
The night finishes the half written sentence
Echoing the story of recomposed gratitude of the shadow
That vanishes on the wall
After listening to a voice
In putting a question mark on every thing
Holding itself back
To say
What that cannot happen at the end.
There is no greatness in their silence now
When the unknown speaks
The great secret of the dead yesterday
That carries a map to follow the heart.
Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash
