KOUSHIK RAY
Getting Free
By: Koushik Ray
What to believe, rarely matters.
A beautiful body, a soul, a mind, smile or words.
Queries crawl in plenty deep, deep inside.
And the response comes off the mark
Digging in the mine.
A you, a passionate you is a leftover.
Heading towards the dense forest
In the full moon.
Whether he has been asked ever for the red roses,
Is a question.
Stay back and awake for the night please
With brutal knives and the white flowers.
Who cares about those
As long as the man, at the dawn
Marches boastfully towards freedom !