Hallucination- 1 Poem by Pallab Chaudhury

The youth is running out…
Frequently, the hand's on the throttle;
With jetting out hot exhaust fume…

Just now, I've come round;
She is no-where…

Shall this way the fuel of life get burnt off?

At the day end, while returning back home
Walking alone on the dense shadow of the tree,
In the late winter evening,
There was the hallucination-

Some-one has crossed transversely
The way ahead of me

A fair lady
With unkempt hair.


Dated: 17-09-2017.