The Momentary Word
You spit me out
Like a necessity
Like a volcano
Impatient
I adorn your paper
Resplendent
Beautified with ink
In a moment of indiscretion
You grow blind
Forgetting me
Strike through
Death knell
Maybe you are lost
Therefore, losing me
In a moment
I fall through
To the nethers
Glory in tatters
Once desired
Now despicable
Scribbled out
The birth
The cause
Of the death
To live
To die
In the same breath
I was alive
Scribbled me out
Disfigured me
But I remain
On the page
Hapless reminder
You had wanted me
Even if for a brief moment
Copyright © Samantak Bhadra | Year Posted 2012
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