No More Please Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

No more please
Enough with the vexeties
Enough with the stereotypes
the mundane obscenities
No more please

I live like a a dream of a tortoise
I think the way it walks
I am happy the way it swims
I am happy!
No more please

The tree is now old and buried stand still
Leafs in grey fall in a drill
The woodcutter makes one more shrill
Two drowsy eyes in an evening's chill
No more please

copyright: Shamik Bose 2009