Death and Dust......
Priceless payments of a life at stake
Desperate trials to live derailed
I cannot see you but wipe you
I cannot take you out but breathe you in
You are a complete mystery to me
You settle in every dirty street
The rich's grave to complete
The beaming lanterns help you glow
And the sun in that deep blue sky
Makes you cozier in the dark, closer in the light
But don't you feel bad...........
They call you their friends....
Though they make you a piece of the dark
That can be illuminated by those burnt forces
Or else you are a part of invisbility
Of that dark sullen unseen Hell
But don't worry
I call you my true friend.....
And you have been my truest to stand
The chair I bought new
And you sat on it first
Otherwise it was a non living entity
But you have made the volume grow
Settle on it as much as you can
I won't stop you...I have a bent back
Make a heap and let them sow
Be a part of light and I want to see you glow
Not the worse half of yours that light illuminates
The misty part that you happen to be in nights
I want to make you my closest friend
Because tomorrow I am turning to you
I am returning to the dust................
Copyright © Jubaraj Baruah | Year Posted 2007
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