Silence.. Nirmal bhattacharya

 

Deep questions of life
are like women in black robe.
Black robe has no depth
and measure as you do it feels
like a magical wardrobe.

You go in and move on
with full grasp of quantification.
Then you fall down tired
and all your mathematics goes mired.

A smile then,
You are not fated to see anywhere
invisibly opens a door
for you to come out but with no cure.

Shamelessly, you again want your
beloved dressed in shallow hues.
A silence only looks on and in a
ghostly way rues.

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