Raven's Eulogy

By Anubhab Maiti

The whistles turned to rages

As the boundless sky removed its freckled aura of night

The lucient cyan transverses through

The gates are open

He skims through the air, a fiery wreath of viciousness

The black streak among the golden aristocrats

The scum, that even he doesn't know why he is called upon

Yes he steals, cuz nobody is ready to share

Yes he invades, cuz nobody wants him near

The struggle that he covers, nobody acknowledges

Yet he provides, doing all the crimes that are charged upon him

And he is never complaining

For he believes, they will know about him oneday

They will cherish his conquests, be afraid to lose him

All he does, he knows someone awaits him

Someone who saw him from inside, without a guilt, without a judgement

Someone who took him to be, to make the better of him

She chose a raven, for a raven that he was

Fearless, undaunting, unadhering

To the norms that others are shakled in

She was his one true freedom

And She will be the speck of light of his ever murky plethora

That chasms his time in this world

By Anubhab Maiti