Wish Even Then
Wish even then
I don’t know if I’ll get a chance
to be cremated or buried- or,
maybe my corpse will be thrown,
into an open field;
If you are there,
don’t put my poetry with me.
If you burn me at the foot
of a green hill,
I want to fly right then and there
to freedom-
to the land of peace.
At least then –
I don’t want to see
the bottomless marks of my pain,
and the deep canyons of dried tears;
My poetry is like legal documents
of my scars and of wounds,
drafted and signed by myself;
I was tied by them,
just made amendments each time through life,
that’s all.
Make me free from all that-
burn my body, my heart,
my eyes, my neck, my shoulders;
And when you would walk back,
just think once-
that I never,
never,
wanted to write a single poetry.
Copyright © Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee | Year Posted 2016
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