THINKING OF AN UNTIMELY DEATH
-
Manas Bakshi (India)
If I die tonight
Tomorrow morning will remain
A mute witness
To my last undisclosed desire,
Desire of coming back
Where I was born .....
If I die with the dream
Of a fake heaven in my eyes
I will redeem it
In the unfurling of a flower
That perishes with the flavour
It was born with .......
If nothing like this happens
Momentary emotion
Gloating over a dry-leaf evening
Will show me the way
Towards a shore
Where night-long journey of waves
Gathers only inertness
Of curdled morning foam !