Syed Ahmed Shah

Rookie - 247 Points (03-08-1960 / Guwahati, Assam, India)

That Bomb In My Balcony - Poem by Syed Ahmed Shah

From my bed I could hear it swish through the air like a missile and
Drop in my balcony with a dull thud; I knew it was coming and
Eagerly awaited its arrival.
The little devil.
It rarely failed to explode; Its success rate is
Close to a hundred percent.
It is only a matter of time; A few seconds or
May be a few minutes when its
Deadly force would shatter my (peaceful?) world.
No, it will not kill me;
It is not intended to.
It is only programmed to inflict grievous injury;
Intangible, invisible.
It will only shatter my entrails to ruin my appetite
For the rest of the day.
It will erase that smile (stupid?) off my face;
More like a daily dose of poison one injects oneself with
For no apparent reason other than self annihilation;
Self inflicted, suicidal.
But, was I ever a masochist?
I suspect I am now.
So are my neighbors.
So is the little world we inhabit.
Otherwise, why do we pay for and
Await the arrival of this little bomb,
Thrown in by that fellow in the Bicycle,
Every morning.



(11.28 am,20th Jan 2012, Bokultol, Guwahati-21)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 8, 2012


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