Departing Wishes
There comes a time
In every man's life
When he wishes to be
Someone he could never be
A rebel facing a firing squad
Wishing if he were a deep rooted tree
A convict with hangman's noose
Around his neck
Wishing had it not been for the crime
He committed
He would still be dreaming about tomorrow
A terminally ill lover waiting for the moment
When his breath will stop
Wishing to see spring one more time
On grey walls of a hospital
An old man barely able to stand
Even with his walking stick with an ivory-handle
Wishing if he could turn around and see
Yesterday calling him back
Well
If you ask me my wish as I approach
My last mile
Let me tell you -
I wish I were an Eskimo
Without religion
Without money
Without government
May be even without god
Living in a nation of ice
With a palatial igloo
Surrounded by a garden of icy mirrors
Reflecting stars and moonlight
With a wife who cuts seal-blubber for me
And the kids
After she warmed my seal-skin boots
With sweet bites and comes to bed
With the toddlers wrapped around her breasts
Like a mother kangaroo
And covers us with her foggy lullaby
And sends me to sleep with dreams
Of an iceberg
And I would wake up in the morning with a poem
Which will melt the heart of the universe
When I write it on snow in frozen language
With my frostbitten finger
Copyright © Ibohal Kshetrimayum | Year Posted 2019
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