Ancestors

Darkness of endless night breaks my bones Carrying rocky hills upon heart Beneath the civilised surface I hear repeated queer moan Let me go there I can no longer wait O my wild ancestors I hear your soul 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 current of their traverse And the shadow of night hunts my nerve Still they are trying to rebuild Lovely dreams for their sons Through those dreams One illumine 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 soul 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 by Soumen Chattopadhyay