Silk Or Satin Poem by Gaurav Das

You think, your bones wrapped
with surgical cotton?
Is your skin, silk or satin?
Do you incarnate your shadow?
When you walk in the dark meadows

Do you light up every soul,
with the same hope?
Not the answer, but the questions?
What keeps me busy? Not the dilemma

Now, I am buried under your
cigarette buds and living ashes
So I settle, sitting on my bean bag
in this empty wooden stale silver ashtray