Transmutation

A  life lived in a cocoon
silvery and silky and now simmering and simmering  and come to the boiling point where the glinted philosophy
always rejoices  the death.
A happy welcome
but before that the deprived soul seeks a try  the world  once and ever again.
Years  do come
and years  go
but who could predict the dooms day?
Each era has  its rise and fall with
fascinations and distractions;stars and planets always spinning around  and the the earth rotating .
Here
a silence  kept in  secret struggling for a new emerging.

(Station Road,  Jamalpur)