On a mystic December day
So cold and weary a lamp was,
For a sudden power cut,
It had lost almost lost all its ,
Warmth and brightness ,
Made the dark highway naked,
But the dying bulb
Was still gleaming ,had no longer ardour
To get the gloomy dark bark
Warmed,wrap’d amorously round with
A yellow scurf
Like the nearest enchanted past,
Touching gently its pitchy bark .
But the gloomy body is now waiting,
still waiting for the hopeful day, will come
and restore with ecstasy
The rapturous happiness, ever passionate duty,
When the lamppost
Will put its burning thermo-heart
Over the restless, ever waiting dusky sullen bark
To feel the lost, deep hot breath for ever.
Poet’s Bio- Partha Pratim Das, 20, is a literature enthusiast from Kolkata, India. He is also a writer and Prof. Ketaki Datta’s student and an active member of her `Writer’s Circle’. He writes in both English and Bengali. His stories and poems have been published in various magazines.
Illustration by Alan Van Every (Featured image on the front page)