Is it Rain What You Want?
It’s been a year of troubled silence
Since anyone could be a friend.
Mannequin dreams and the fear in the end
Is killing me.
Can’t face it, shape it or die,
Resurrection starts crawling towards rotting hopes,
Is it the hell I want?
Hanging from scarred ropes of dark clouds,
Do I need to expect someone to hear my despair?
Deeper than my last breath
My panic.
Is it the rain what you want?
Then just close your eyes...
About The Author
Subhranil Mahato is currently working as a Research Scholar in the Department of English in Sidho Kanho Birsha University, Purulia (West Bengal), India. Besides taking interests in cinema, literature and music, he has also fascination for monsoon, nature-walk and long-drive in free time. He can be reached through mahato.subhranil@
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