and a poetry??

Empty glass

Still life

And a poetry.

Pages

A paragraph

Or just a line.

Life is then not still.

It can never be,

And thousand more glass will be emptied.

It flows

Trying to reflect an example from 'rangeet'.

It moves on

Making its curves like a dusty, rough road.

It keeps flying

Like crows who never come and sit over his punctured roof.

Glass is again no more empty.

Same as life inside his poetry

No more still life.

It costs only ten rupees for a bottle.

Cost of life

You can never calculate its value in dollars

He never tried to do it.

Heart is always thirsty

Feelings are always suffocated,

For last forty six defamed years

They always wanted to break free.

And another ten rupees

Cost of thirst.

Black,burnt woods

Edited pieces of trees

A river bank.

(For the pieces those never got edited

For the thirst that could never get quenched over paper

For the stomach that many times bounced hungry.)

They watch below from the road

And life sleeps still.

Has life stopped flowing????

But the 'rangeet' is still singing.

Has life stopped moving??

But a child tries to run away

Freeing his hand from his father's grip

To chase a away a resting bird....

And a living house

A lonely corner

A thirsty table

Empty glass

Still life

And a poetry???