By Anirban Ghosh
Not today my love, not today.
I am not dying today.
Though the river,run dry in me.
Sink-holes grow larger and larger.
I have maggots in my dream-
As if someone hinted them of juicy
meat.
Its due!
But not today.
You will mourn, red eyes, heavy breath,
And crystals will fall on my face.
The perfect showcase of a deathly grim.
You got to hold though;
Cause Im not dying today.
Nights are darker and the moon is brittle,
But its the days that turned grey...
Scares me the more.
You have pieces of me to forgive
And pages of me to forget.
You are smooth I know.
But I am not done yet.
A few birds got them to feed
And that mango tree across the street.
I have lived inside its shelter all along.
It will grow dry if I am gone.
But not today my love...
Cause Im not lucky on a Monday!!.....