Poem: A Synthetic Blossom of Peace

By: Pijush Kanti Deb

My burnt lips are reluctant
still I make room
for a heart-soothing smile on them
admitting its utility
in making the best of a bad bargain.
My hot heart is not a coward
yet I oil it for oiling my opponent
to pull down his ghostly building
standing between us
presenting him a new skyscraper of friendship.
My old soul is ever-interrupting
nevertheless, I cover up
the ever-germinating contradictions
with a flush of green light
signaling it for its safe and sound bed time
for holding an uninterrupted meeting
between my two favorites-
the God and the Devil
for blooming at least
a synthetic blossom of peace for us.


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