By Pijush Kanti Deb

Dance on chance-
the great popular hymn
to attack on and conquer a stage to rule on
but to me-
a chance appeared one night in my bedroom
in disguise of
a heaven-touching skyscraper
but surprisingly headless,
putting the leaning pillar of Pisa
in the place of its neck,
carrying the Himalayas and the Alps
on its two wide shoulders
setting a set of three nuclear reactors
inside its He-chest
and pocketing all the treasuries and banks-
peeping from its colossal purse
and started shouting at me,
‘’Give me a head for my recognition’’,
making me a prompt dancer and due generous
to raise my sharp knife
to cut my bowing head for the amazing guest
but it could kill my wonderful dream only.