Superman Poem by Subroto Chatterjee

He stood on the window ledge, ready to fly;
Leaving behind a note to explain
Why he had to die:
He felt the impending pain.

The note said how life treated him,
And how he treated life;
But I could hear from the din
How well he fought his strife.

No man of steel flew past by
In a cape of red and blue;
Do you know the reason why,
And what came to his rescue?

Oh, the relief that a life was spared,
Will gladden all our hearts;
But wait till the story’s bared,
Before the drumbeat starts.

The turnaround that happened now,
Is prayed for by many;
A voice called to say how
His life was as good as any.

Just as there’s a cause for the season,
Spring, summer, winter, and fall;
Our man saw through the reason,
Enough to take a call.

And now from the window ledge,
He jumped back in to his room;
Thru the window, trees and hedge,
He thanked his escape from doom.

Now to those who cross the path
What our man did without a fuss:
Don’t self-destruct, but take heart,
Tis reason good enough!


Copyright © SC
07th April 2009
Mumbai