I walked through the cobbled streets
Through crowded streets
Through the cluttering markets beats
And like cornered in the river’s stream
I see silted folks with vivid dreams
Same old rumored talks
Some insidious haunting thoughts
And gleaming down the market maze
The weary sun’s dying rays
Sparkling the maidens’ charming dresses
Captivating sniggers and comely faces
A sweet surrender, a gentle retreat
A jaunt of hope or inscrutable defeat
So, the subtle fumble recedes
A sense of query, a word of heed
Is it all a satanic bliss
Or the luring devil’s promise
– © Nachiketa Sanyal
Beautifully written!
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What beautiful chain of thoughts!
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