Lemme Die, Lemme Die, (Or) Let Me Kill Poem by Spandan Bandyopadhyay

1
Think of a bottle.
Just think, a bottle, laying on the highway.
Under the night sky.
Far below the stars.
Far, so far below the moon.
The bottle, on the highway.
Go closer.
You can smell,
The aroma of alcohol.

The man might be dead-drunk by now.
Or, he might be dead by now.
Or, he is alive, may be.
And these things mean the same.
For him.
For you, too.
Don't they?

There is but a small and serious problem
That the pain you just can't feel.
Lemme die, lemme die, (or) let me kill.

2
Think of sand.
Just think, sand, scattered in the park.
People, far away from getting red.
Silence.
No looking at.
Sand, scattered in the park.
Don't go closer,
And you can't see,
The dark tunnel.

The man is partying now.
Or he is dead, may be.
He could be alive too.
And these things mean the same.
For him.
For you, too.
Don't they?

There is but a small and serious problem
That the pain you just can't feel.
Lemme die, lemme die, (or) let me kill.