Untold Story 2 (A Life Dream) Poem by Indranil Bit

Untold Story 2 (A Life Dream)

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I'm writing a story that you heard before;
Still heart rests to speak of it more;
All willing to hear, all willing to know!
Ask me, I know how life cradles to flow!
All young years and I'm counting moments,
Everything stood by my side, everything stales!

I'm speaking in the middle, I get interrupted;
Pamphlet of stories flies and I'm orated;
All willing to hear, bits n pieces of fliers;
Ask me, pamphlets are born to fly with wind!
Forty two years and I'm counting moments,
I stood by everything's side, everything stales.

I'm framing a play; time for a little satire,
I feed my story with the galloping fire!
All willing to console, all confused cries!
Ask me, all great sorrows are not mortal;
Fifty two years and I'm noting cries!
Everything stood by none's side, everything stales.

Same old newspaper, same old story,
Each day, every day, twenty years,
All willing to read, all think it new,
Ask me, I know true stories are only few!
Sixty two years and I'm counting dates;
Everything drooped by my side, everything stales.

Same old routine, same old mornings,
Each morning, sugary tea, unknown fears,
All willing to help, all think I'm weak,
Ask me, I know what feeble means in truth,
Seventy two years and I'm still mapping ticks;
I drooped by everything's side, everything stales.

Same old day, a voice, same old hymn;
Each time it says 'We will be near! '
All willing to create, a new story perhaps!
Ask me, I know, the wrapper changes to newer;
Eighty two years, still counting my fears;
None drooped by none's side, everything stales.

A new day finally, an all-new prayer,
Each time it says 'Amen my dear'
All willing to hug, a last warmth perhaps!
Ask me, I know, what cold covers!
Ninety two years and a counting ends;
Drooping is only a theory and none stales.

Friday, November 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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