Sunday Poetry by Bedashruti Mukherjee

Escape

The darker, you find an endless one,
Suddenly a caring gleam is waving at you.
But escape dear withered heart, time to hide.
Time for your lovely cage, time for more ruffan pasimistic ride…
Heartache deposited by casualties,
Rain needed but unfortunately there is a deep dead desert inside…
Escape to live, escape to die too…
Escape escape escape…
Like the way, a beautiful bride,
Covers the wounds of past tide
Making up with joyful fake laugh,
Seems to all as a defeated knight
Escaping with false pride…
Feeling like a broken mirror,
Sucking my salty shores of the well of eyes.
Let’s escape, escape, insane escape…