Bit By Bit - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Bit by bit adrift, bit by bit,
Time eats my bits, mysteriously
Unamazed, and if you don’t buy
Adam’s rib story, by choice, you may.
A this belief or that belief, Paradise
Would be a boredom beyond relief,
The black-out is all we head to.
Better fill the space happily, joyously,
While looking at the wrinkles,
Or your hanging double chin, at the most.
You will be remembered like Neruda in hat,
The immense number of may have beens
To sweat the utter absurdness of life.
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