When You'Re One Of The Few Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

When you're one the few…
To make me believe..
There is much more to my lines..
Than plain and simple grief!


Beckon it the way it is …in the end
It could be your very good friend
It could be a brand new trend
It could be what you want to be
It could be what you want to see


Make it teach..make it preach..
Make it sing..make it reach..
Make it come all drowsed in mud..
Make it come all soaked in bleach


Or make it a part of your lovely speech
Stick it to the sky..it'll shine for you
Keep it your heart it'll beat for you
Put it on your tongue..and it'll be your taste


Put it on your head it'll have you blessed
Take it to your eyes and it'll see for you
Take it to your mind and it'll remember for you
Take it to your fingers when you want to write
Mix it with adrenaline.. in your sudden fright.


It is not a riddle but a part of you
You can't see it but it can see you..
Make it me..make it you..make it just add two and two..
Or make it laugh make it cry..make it immortal or let it die..