Analysis of Hanging hour

by satya pattnaik

They hanged and buried
The omen tonight
Secretly in a footless hour
Painting a dense layer
 Of darkness over it
Streetlights dimed
Traffic square deserted
Emptiness ruled through out
Everything got standstill
However, acall that was heard in the dead silence
With flapping wings of victory
This was weightless
On the shoulder of time
With the hanging history
Only evil little we crushed for
Appeasing our mind trickily
Deceiving our thoughts painfully
Hanging body was not our triumph
In addition, it was not the answer of barbaric act
Only we played the game of bluff
To celebrate the sudden hatred of mass
A beguile was blown
An obscene hour melted in dark
Blood stained washed out
From the face of stunned history
And hanging ghost of yesterday night
Became news
In every one's morning coffee bite
With channel, papers and snacks
We amused without dreaming danger
But my courtyard sun grow cold
Words of newspaper blurred
When I witnessed the perched white dove
Of the mango groove
Numbed by bursting sounds of crows
Who by scratching the god's hour
Snatched the yell of triumph
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