RIC S. BASTASA


The Poet And His Books - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

on that day
pain comes
for you failed to pay the rent
of your room
and so they take away everything inside
and lock the room

it is a pitiful situation
but you never cry

silently you take away your possessions
towards the road
as you wait for a ride

your overused toothbrush
your Colgate toothpaste
your red slippers
dirty jeans and off-white shirts
some collections of poems
and secondhand books

and then the rain pours
suddenly
you try to cover the books with
your dirty clothes
but the rain pours mad and heavy
and everything gets wet

this time
a flood of tears rush from your eyes
the pain has become
unbearable


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010



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