Partha Sarkar

I do not wish such victory

I do not wish such a battle field
As gives me a bloodless victory
I do not wish such a pregnancy
As kills the blue whale .
But I wish such a kite
As touches the blue sky
And me with its shadow
At forenoon when I listlessly
Look at me to know my identity
As it is the time of crucifixion
And anyone can get crucified
And before getting crucified
Let me know me the real taste
Of bread, red wine and death.

Partha Sarkar © 2019