It's meaningless. The second day after the first .

The third coming after the second.But,
What after that?
Two souls replacing one,
Neat and peachy giving way to the ugly. But,
What after that?
This face. That face. All and sundry faces equal.

You promised home. We built one.
What after that?
You promised affection, We faked one.
How far can the road take us- the road of promiscuity?
I sensed no suspicion from darkness
While, the heart of affection
Roars within and without.

No - nothing beyond this - nothing beyond this.
Then, what after that?
Head to toe, toe creeping to its altar
What awaits after?


"Na" . Shankha Ghosh