Hypocrite -A poem by Soumita Saha

 HYPOCRITE

I live in  the city ,   where  township goes from door to  door peddling dust
of hidden dirt ...
Only a fistful of grass ,only a hand full  of broken  heart .... 
Crawling myths    told once upon  a  time...there  lies  my  paradise 
unheeding uncaring shoeless,along  the  waves  of  distant  vistas come flying  wondrously bold unbothered feerless... 
take  me  to  the  place where death comes  within  cloud-hued  black dreams,beneath the  heaven  beside  the hell throw my dead  heart in thedarkest   stream 


                                                                              - Soumita