Poem: The Game Of Stars

By: Pijush Kanti Deb

The over ambitious steps
may touch the honor of the moon
and the raising head
may feel the cool breeze of Heaven
revealing the climax of the mad race
between man and the God
in extending their own greatness,
yet ,something bigger than our grip
like an extempore speech
or the building of a sweet home
needs oiling the God to be favorable
in converting the heterogeneous
into the homogeneous,
reshaping the implicit into the explicit
and enlarging dictatorship into democracy
in the hunting of honey for all
dignifying the game of stars
or else, a glass of hemlock is ever ready
to give the last supper
to the godless speaker or builder


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