By: Pijush Kanti Deb

The inevitable searching season
Starts its reactive actions on the crowd
But in the blind age only
Keeping two luminous witnesses
The Sun and the Moon
In one hand
And in other
Compelling the eyes
To remain closed,
Lips to remain open
To call the name of the respective partner
And hands are made free
To embrace him or her
To feel good for good
But life is not a straight line
And there is an end of the blind season too
When all the open eyes and lips
Must participate together
In a common and compulsory inquiring chorus
Questioning to one another
In the same chord, ‘’ Who are You ’’?