No Name-3 Poem by Smrutiranjan Parida

Rain drops are dry inside,
As thirsty comes to pond,
I see these bolls of crystal clear, cold as the dead bodies
Fall on the heart of earth
as the lover puts her head on the chest of her lover
And I feel the receptionist should feel bored now
Because we know the train is always late
And people are desperate
one shouldn't give fake hope
It is raining outside
A fake hope?
I know it will cease to rain
And I know in the pigeon cage of our hotel rooms
We will burn alive
Still is it a fake hope?
I drank my tea and returned back without opening umbrella
And I must tell you my dears
Cuttack is a beautiful place with ugly people
Rats are not so bad in the station
Mosquitoes are naughty for sure
But people are not so tired
And I must tell
The rain was never a fake
It drenched me inside out
It loved me to the fullest