LARENCORE: A poem from Samita CHATTOPADHYAY (Bengal, India) : IT’S COMPLICATED.

mercredi 18 juin 2014

Every day I die;

I take birth each moment.
The trice is potent;
Pregnant with a tick;
That too is a mother –
Gives birth to another jiffy!

Long
Long
Unending chain…

Why do you wail?
Water that drops from your eyes
Knows that it will wilt in a split second…

Look at those waves…
They are like time;
They levitate
And plummet,
But never stop,
Impede…

Teardrops are potent too;
They will give birth to grin;

So smile…
And remember
Miles to go…

It will change the scenario…

The other name of life is
CHANGE….’

Emily closes the book;
Gets up;
Goes to the porch;
Torches letters
From way back;
Does her hair;
And goes to the theater
With a new wooer

LARENCORE