Poetry - Suchetana Biswas

Camouflage.

And hark! Bring me the cemetery roses, I beg thee, blameless ataraxy swaddled, cemetery roses in the name of incorrupt body, but no ungraceful city roses, burdened with fraud stares Bring me sweet fall , which I'm ready for Deny I : hoarie winter has unseen deceit blend. Merry you? O dear October! It's been nineteen years; I see you through me, No firm joy, i write. It's all that smog rules, No true grin , what do you hide behind? You hurt? You hide your burning pain, I write I see your naked body and scars and wound Yet,got a beauty in you, an eternal beauty Unkind wildfire and human vices, fatal autumn air make, Barely any sweet tale verandah wall holds lately, Not every spring full moon night brings down fresh joy Hold your breath , I say to the men Help me , find me some true mirth in the savannah They don't embrace the harshness in the heat Some springs, and fresh water near : Yes? They get back, nothing but delusion, Cold-blooded brute I see, blood they drink, Water too, flesh they eat, and greens When to die, Sir? Soon? - As, we're all standing at the verge of Eternal despair and extinction.

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