Hope Of Life. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

There is a disease. Of getting love probably.
Of a disease in a disease....perhaps.

To eat and lick and drink
To the heart's content.
And kick redemption someday
A vent out of all of it....
Unkind but Just. Only to fall sick.
Gosh, if only I could have seen the
Bacteria and viruses having a feast in my
Intestines of my dinner.

The daydreams that I dream
With a cigarette between my lips.
And the patches in my lungs
Call for nothing to worry.
Nothing too urgent.
Make a brand new day.

The power of the sun
That calls for remedy....
That it was not lost in the darkness
And if so, it was temporary.
That, that hope will rise again...
And go the distance no one else has gone.
And come back unfettered.