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LET THERE BE LIGHT


All the stars are sad
As their princess
Is behind floating walls.
Lingering darkness,
The frogs go on 
With their midnight concert.
Life is at a halt.
The world is off to bed
Like our friends up above.

Inside the room
The tip-tapping
Of the keyboard
Continues…
A desperate attempt
To remove the clouds
And release the princess.
Frogs will croak
And dogs will bark
And the men will sleep.
But the heart shall weep
Until the tears reach deep
And then shoot up steep
To reach the princess.

Awake, my love!
Shatter the walls,
Sing out loud
So that this dormant world
Comes alive to your tunes.
Come through my heart
And come through my fingers
Come through the keyboard
And illumine the screen
And the eyes beyond.

The fingers still struggle,
The keyboard keeps the beat
To another pointless piece.
The heart remains empty
The princess remains locked
And the frogs and the dogs
And the world and the sky
Remain all the same.

Aritra Chakrabarti
01.18 AM, 23.07.2011.




Comments

  1. nice twist to the frog prince tale, captures the fragmented reality effectively!

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    1. Good observation, Sohini...Feels good to find readers like you...Do share your views on the other works...

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