Don’t ring a bell Amitava Nag
Don't ring a bell If you can't follow it up with silence, In the city Memories scatter themselves in harmony Like the fallen leaves of an ancient tree, Why ancient? You may ask, Measuring your stupidity with canonical rites of new year wishes, Looking inside I find a deep tunnel, Slender for the ants to make way Downwards, Towards history Don't ring a bell, stranger.
On the banks of resurrection Slow steps hide the uncertain aloofness of primitive desires, Winter evades the choosy enchantresses faking rainbows, A sea of rising water drowns gifts of a birthday party Till the young footprints of children are all lost, Seldom can you find shells on shores anymore, Black-and-white dreams adorn The muted celebrations of dwarf yearnings, Don't ring a bell yet, We are preparing silence with the tinsels of wait.
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