The Day All My Poems Would Be Read Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

The day all my poems would be read
I might have been a few more poems older
The scales may have tilted for the time in my favour
And a million unread poems would need to wait
I'm a face in the crowd crying out loud to be heard
Hopes like a light in the dark of the night
Flickers away like a tiny streetlight that's lost
Clustered thoughts like molecules in a drop
And a drop in an ocean on a turning wave
My poem's dust got dug out from it's grave

The day all my poems would be read
Reading poems might have been banned by law
And my lines would read in sneaking peeps
By outrageous outlaws with fugitive glances
Or shared in stealth like stupendous wealth
To renegades breaking all rules for good
Or those who liked playing with fire or fear
Forgetting those that were near and dear
In their lives or deaths my lines would live
Linger with their souls to live another life

The day all my poems would be read
All the clocks would have a second to live
And a man in that moment
Would have discovered in vain
That life existed with happier times
The times when the seconds still ticked
And those times when people had the time
To write something they called poems
Like floating papers that bit the dust
A lucky sheet would've fluttered in the hand