Rêveuse Poem by Arabindo Bandopadhyay

Who wrote the first poetry ever?
What about that first poet of all worlds?
Was she/he out of words?
For a story? Or novel? Or a soliloquy?
Why a poetry?
Why insanity?
Words mean nothing when the plants stop breathing.
It's like hunger.
As that copy says:
You're not you when you're hungry.
Hunger is the mother of necessity.
Necessity is the mother of hollowness.
Hollowness is mother of infinity.
But oneness kills it all.
Doesn't it?
God?

Rêveuse sounds like a sarcastic abbreviation.
A robbery in the city of goons.
The cosmic ghosts attack the city.
Night begins with a sun.
Days begin with a moon.
Suns and moons are guns and roses.
The landscape gets burnt every night.
And the jungle sleeps in memories.
Moon has turned into a sun and sun has turned into a sea, that you can't see.
A sea is a black hole.
A mole in the right front of her neck.
Oh it's midnight again.
Time for the ghosts.
The souls, silence and memory.

If they ever stop talking,
Send them some poetry.