Word Mechanism Behind A Poem Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

haunted by a word from the very morning
as soon as morning opens its door to give us birth again
a word follows my nail tips, my tongue tips, my minor fracture
in the left leg little finger where a pain of wound
during the last day stretching its passion

everywhere its tail, it means the tail of that very word
crawling silently to grasp my thoughts

daily paper comes with its regular course
wants to be strangled by proper attention at least once
at least a single news-eater who will suck
the last dropp of its imprinted ejaculation
everywhere observes the shadow of that very word 'tyranny'

take a bold sip of hot tea to get a move from it
yet hot too is also haunted by the word perhaps
threat me so loudly with its intense warm
about to be jumped up and throw away abruptly
the content from mouth

tyranny
the old cat perhaps funning with its timid stealthiness

violating violently the family protocol to maintain peace
and shouted fiercely blaming the others
guessing the conspiracy of punishing me, tyranny
and gradually becomes a tyrant to display my superiority

paper shows Goddafi still untouched
Hurricane chasing the whole system to crush
Estel makes us aware about 9/11

Pranab k c
Edited on 09/09/2011