Deleting...
Deleting
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With his finger’s tip pressing the right key
the photograph deletes, with ease, instantly;
no mercy, without hesitating deletes.
The face, the reflection, the smile, the moment;
the photo which has been a poisonous leaf
burning him; the sensation of destruction
bursting through his eyes, - the pair of eyes
bereft of sleep, benumbed with hatred so dark;
becomes erased with a single command.
Then he fights with his self, draws thin lines of blood
more than a digital photograph could have…
The scratches write the word ‘no’ with some crude tongue.
Ah! Forgetting is a lost labor inside
of a churning stream.
Is he supposed to make the pain
of seeing her, his love, now a deleted photograph
vanish in a dumb trick of evanescence?
Can a simple button delete days and nights
or shared wares of life
or one day being replaced
with another mortal,
someone else?
No! No! No! He says and tries to refrain
the claws of own hatred of himself.
In a recycle bin a face still remains
freeze in a shared moment.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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