Read Poem: Exile, by Sujoy Bhattacharya

Post modernism was polishing posterior part of civilization .
A raven raised its bruised beak to battle with
the ugly bestiality .
A bovine call disturbed the desolate
domain- traverse tranquility.
I was standing on the bank of Yamuna
full to the brim –
as consummate as a pregnant woman
at an advanced stage .
My magenta look craned up to salute
dark clouds pouring down torrentially
melting meticulously .
The fugitive sun took prolonged shelter
behind the murky clouds .
Bacteria and virus were rejoicing with jubilant
exuberance infesting on human bodies .
My moist feet were eager to soak warmth
from the core of the earth !
Feline fidelity frowned at the frozen fossil
of moral inertia .
The ether wave echoed a shrill cry floating
around the globe .
Granules of gorgeous glitters made a
garland to pay last homage to the corpse
of human civilization.
I descried a floral chariot descending from
the void to abduct me to an alien planet
for researching human psychology .

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