The Pianist Poem by Abhra Ghosal

A lonely pianist,
Playing piano in his drawing room...
Generating an alien melody,
Sitting in drowsiness,
Intoxicated, half lost, wild in ecstasy.
And no birds sing on his windowpane...
His palely beautiful beard,
Wet in scotch,
Reminds of a morning rose.
His soothest eyes shine,
Like a sick eagle looking at the sky!
A dizzy pain flows in his veins,
He hears his tender-exhaled sighs,
Coming out of nose.
His bottle of Aberfeldy,
Offers him the last sip...
Therefore he lifted up his head,
Left the chair,
Stood up slowly,
Went to the gramophone,
Paused the music,
Went out of the room leaving his last message,
In his piano notes.

©Abhra