So Weak Headed Am I! So Dumb Am I! A Bijay Kant Dubey Inspired Poem Poem by Ravi Kopra

So weak headed am I!
So dumb am I!
I want glamour in my life
For it, I will even kill myself
I have no control. I have this secret urge,

Next time when I see someone
putting his neck in a noose made by
the silken, gold threaded saari of his wife,
I will do the same. I have no control over myself.
I will kill myself, I will end my life the way someone did
I will be hanging dead from her dowry's saari's knot around my neck
My body will be swinging in the air by the wafts the creaking fans
that too came to my house as dowry gifts when I married my wife.

Why die an ordinary routine death of an ordinary man?
Why not die with cancer of lung, throat, food pipe, guts and testicles
that smoking cigars in glory brings?
Why miss the glamour in life that smoking cigarettes, cigars and bidis bring?
Oh that curls of smoke, Oh that burning ends of cigars
oh that cinders that fly in the air when you smoke cigars!
How can I resist them? I will give my life for them.