a me, which is not me
i see in the poems of my favourite poet
as the words takes the last puff
i see myself burning away
in his dying cigarette, in his poems
"manuh bure bhabe borokhun" - nilim kumar
i see myself awake, and languid
sprawled out like a used bedsheet
a memory of a night in anguish
now silently soaking in the sun of the morning
come, turn the pages
spread me out neat and tidy
or put me in the washing machine
do something, just do something
or just turn the pages
and let this poem be over
i am tired of poems which has no ending
from now on i will read a poet
whose poems atleast have an ending
and with it, i will end
like a song that ends when the birds go to sleep
