“Right, ” I said, “I have the key,
To unlock all your melancholy.”
“No, ” he said, “Let it be;
That’s now become a part of me.”
“Well, ” I said, “Let’s try this way,
Tell me some, be as it may.”
“Sure, ” he said, “But I’d like
To know if I’d need a hike.”
“Not at all, ” I said, concerned,
“Your fears are just unearned.”
“Then, ” he said, “What’s to unlock
If you’re not the right doc? ”
“What’s that, ” I said, quite tired;
“Were you not the one I hired? ”
“You, ” he said, “refer to some other entity;
With us, it’s a case of mistaken identity! ”
Now as I look into the mirror,
My Irish blood cries “Wirra! ”
And see life of bliss and worry.
Life’s short, but I’m in no hurry.
20th April 2009
Copyright © SC
Subroto Chatterjee
Art-work! .... lovely piece dear brother! A humble 10 rated by me :)
Superb poetic soliloquy. My poem A Sparrow also deals with a mistaken identity. CP
That maybe for the man-- but when i look into the mirror its only 'mirror mirror on the wall whose the fairest of us all' LLLLLLOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL certainly a +10 anjali
we have so many identities in us...and at times we come face to face with any of them...this time there, a mistaken identity...good write, Subroto...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a wonderful thought and made me to think. Yes life is short but we are always in a hurry to decide.