Living Poem by Sitabz Garg

We dont
have a story
So a love song
will never be.
No poems
or portraits,
Only a grey moon
And a salty sea.

In the darkest
corner
of our room
you built
us a home
you made me stay
Made me pray.

Great master
you created
yourself
Out of creation,
left us with little
Pieces of you
to find
And to colour
them pink
Red and
leathery black.


I traced a bird
from the glum sky,
She caged it,
I sang to it
She painted it red
I fostered it
She stole
all its poems:
I loved,
She consumed.

Caged bird
Stop singing
Look how
the sun ages
without its yellow
In your black wings

So you have
come to visit,
I rise to greet:
my pen falls,
drying, dying
An uninspired
life starting
with a poem,
ending with
A song