who cries at midnightwhat comes out from the heart of the rock?
the thousand years of griefcomes out dropp by drop.
no one knows the storyof me..!
long ago, when tears watered the corpsesfrom the storage of past tales,
I was bornand see i have been here for thousand yearsa rockthe sculpture of unfulfillnesswith a story written in my heart.
a story that tells of people of broken heartof people seeking one word ‘life’.
I am just a rocklifeless….I have carried the burden of grief for years.I cry at midnightmy heart screams one question…
‘like this to everybodylove comesdeath comeswhy not life? ‘
I am waiting for another thousand!
by Jyotishman Debnath