Sunday Poem By Arup
Shadow of analogs
I pass through the metaphors of every eve’s flesh.
The filigree of incidents covers my corporal existence
Last day of life is the oozing drop of wine
Want a lavish death for decorating my epitome.
The dying breath of the the year flagellate on my soul
Twilight of sun flickering the cream light,the
Time’s oblivion put bone marrow of mankind.
Flash of past stand before me poke everything
Ansking me about my birth sin,
Some sinister wave tangled around me.
The flash of eternal light dazles my mortal love.