Poet Soumendra Dutta Bhowmick's one poems

 CRITICAL

 

Alone and alone going down to the den

Dark is the destination above the level,

Dark is the mind-blowing apprehension,

Within me the alive person is sleeping

Not apprehending the actual happening.

Suddenly who who shouts for assistance

And lamenting over his or her own tears?

 

Alone and alone I always forget my way,

Try to surpass the valued feelings.

Then the demons dance and pounce around

Always I hear their remarkable sound.

They bring me to the diabolical hell

Where the heaven is surely not found.