It falls on the red and makes me dream,



It blushes on the cheek and makes me gleam,

In the ravines of space

Does the truth embark

As if a gush of stream

On the rush of stream.

Nature turns manifold

As the mind goes gold

Roses red and stems churn

Basking under the autumn burn

Do they really bloom

To bring later gloom.

Life isn’t like roses

For life have roses

As truth doesn’t fold

Nor does nature hold

Wilting under the inglorious

One day thy soul tends to go the same.

Incomplete in manhood

Vociferous in pride

We do an Amazon

Only to find the sea endless and deep.

Chances are few if not many

Way is one and only out of many

As the luminous falls and I visualize

The truth on the face

As if a gush of stream

On the rush of stream

Bingo!

-: Ishan Mukherjee