Pranab K. Chakraborty - CLOUD METAPHOR

It was not my turn to chase the cloud everywhere
It was not my birth to penetrate the cloud every sphere
It was not me the cloud overcast many skies where it shine

It was me who seeks brightening of pits from dawn
every crack of bonafide fencing needed to be shackled by glee
It was me who fastened the buckles of night with fairy wings
every pack of threatened gear to accelerate high to win the ending

It was not the cloud whom been paid the maxim to dark the noon
not been whipped to dry the trickery the lovely angel played to defeat
It had no hurry to quick-fit the ramping by flattering the vampire palpits

It was a choice to ratify graveyards to the grave of time endless
It was to funny the gamblers never earn any coin to please pacific soul
specific journey to join the uncertain whole which never would be choose
cloud- cloud the marvelous peak of covering shades, thirsty soil, reverberate lips

every time I preach the head to glorify mind it shades requisite none but me
every time see the fields of flickering fables tantalize to toxic testament
a giant never favor branden to bury other gen of hexagon bravity
for crucification
and cloud the extra doctrine manifesting the nature of sublime
makes the person to make impersonate to cherish the reality of life and death.

Pranab k c
10/04/2012

Pranab K. Chakraborty

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