The dead began to sing
Myriads of tales,unabashed, strewn unseen
The dead had to chip in
Vacuous human race, blind to its haste
What words failed to reveal
What man fears but waits till he feels
The dead warned pellucid
Hungry nights, Dying child…spoke her eyes
Echoing bombs, Lacerated rights
Unearthed malfeasance,Devil‘s nod to unfair
The murky sky does get clear
Their souls threw fables not gleaned
Dead had to break in
What was locked in hearts
How their souls morphed from start
It wasn’t all dark
Yes.Life was beautiful.They’d chant
Macabre and frail
They knew more than they could tell
The dead began to sing.
Gaurav Chakrabarti 