Bittersweet. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Hard to believe that I will not
be there for long. That one day
I will die. And so many things
That I have not done. And waits are over
And run high and low to do all the
Unfinished errands.
But the list of things to do grows long.

Bittersweet and life like that is
Not all of use.
Have not driven a car or rode a bike.
Have not given up smoking....
Or played football like a champ.
In the English premiur league.

Bittersweet as to what were the
Unconscious dreams of one's self.
To die running no...
To live running in this slow paced city
Of ruins and twisted dreams.
Bittersweet love of life.