I often question
how tender you are?
how gentle you are?
how brittle you are?
The moment
you touch the floor
break into pieces,
reflect the broken images of us!
You are filled with a drink,
either full or partial,
dictating the life
half broken
or in full
like the dilapidated mansions
tucked at the farthest corner
of the town
or far away
from the plebian!
Yet your sheen
seizes the heed,
clinks –
spawns inebriation!
Accompanies the dancer
in a party of influential,
throws you away somewhere
like the one lost its relevance!
Existence at stake
like the poor mortals
on the globe
of envy,
of malignance,
of illness!!
~Kunal Roy
Kolkata, India