Ancestors | A Poem by by Soumen Chattopadhyay

Darkness of endless night
breaks my bones
Carrying rocky hills upon heart
Beneath the civilised surface
I hear repeated queer moans
Let me go there
I can no longer wait
O my wild ancestors
I hear your souls stirring
I need to be closer to you
I remember cave dwellers
Smoking bodies sitting around a fire
Poor resonance I listened
From my ancient village
Of those apathetic evenings in the lap of hills
I have to go to bring lost souls
Darkness of endless night waiting for me
A million skeletons
Of maya civilization are moaning
They have something to say
Beyond their last desire...
Now they drag their hearts
Through december nights
I feel the current of their traverse
And the shadow of night haunts my nerve
Still they are trying to rebuild
Lovely dreams for their sons
Through those dreams
One illuminating the path of even the dull-witted
They asked�
If there is anybody to restore their dreams
If there is anybody to bring the flame of love
O my ancestors I hear your souls stirring
I can no longer wait
Let me go
Let me go once more
I have to go to bring lost souls
Darkness of endless night
Waiting for a poet