Black syllables

Satya Pattnaik

Time has ceased itself
To come along with me
White lies are roaring above
Prancing ahead horse like
With their vulgar infantry
To wipe out the last
Immaculate glow
From the face of truth

The dirty brain at present
Coins the definition for life
Change the soul of syllables black
Soft and tender words turn hard stone like
Paints bloodstain in moons white

With black syllables
I am unable to cry even
As if, I am the pebbles of time
Lay down breathless
With bones of my poetry
Undressed

Souls millions are now lonely
Unable to say clouds to rain
Autumn to break winter to chill
Birds to fly flowers to bloom

They are awake
Can ask for a call
From a heart divine but
Blackguard rascals are all around
Their razor like tongues
Cut and bleed every call they utter

Time is moving now
With a trustless head
Leaving screams pains and echoes
For the millions lonely souls
To gravitate around grassless hours

Let us not lean to the black syllables
Not move with ghost body and dirty brain
To down the sheets of truth
Figure prominently in heart
The immaculate moon
Stainless and painless
To grow and glide
With the flowers of spring
To kiss the Gods footprints
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