Arnab Das Poems

Spend me when I'm gone
With my fathers fathoms deep
Usher me no more in obituaries
Nor allure me away of that sleep.
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Blue eyes paint circles
Over and over the black
Sporting his auto gun
Points to the railway track
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The backyard cottage door opened slowly
with a screeching sound and my shadow
crawled in, on the floor as I stood by the corridor.
A mouse squeaked complaining to me for its
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Let them not write your name on the sad skies,
For the clouds are but the mercenaries of night;
Resist, resist the closing of the eyes.
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I have been drinking since my birthday
And hadn't stopped my celebrations yet.
For we shall meet our ends anyway,
At the beach or the backyard of a mate.
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All night it had rained
Filling up vacant lots and puddles
And the night watchman tired, lingers
In the horizon, as it furiously girdles
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