PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Were This Poem My Last Poem! - Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Were this poem my last poem!
No other poems would tell you many other things.
How I wish I could obscure
the remaining half voyage before anchoring the oblivion!
My daily poems like regular floods
erode fast the soil of my dream autobiography.
I am writing and depleting the varied forests
growing ritually and grown over years in my wild expanse.
Am I not sick of my life commentary
that keeps you alive of my goings-on?
Like Hercules I am lifting up my heavy soul globe
wearied of many more poem attacks and poem counter attacks!
What if my dearly cultivated dreams backfire
and my dearly cherished love turns out to be a good Frankenstein?
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