DYING
A BOHEMIAN
One
day I want to live for the day,
Sleeping
under the moon,
Starving,
drunk on the generosity of life as it comes,
Penniless
on the hay of a hill in a strange hemlock,
Days
and hours melding together effortlessly, noiselessly,
Past
life with all its ambitious anxieties already fading into forgetfulness.
It
would be so primal to simply soak in the sun
As
the day suddenly barges in,
To
look at all the glory around and wonder
About
a mouldy room teeming with duffel
Bags
with wheels, fruitcake tiles and
Treadle
machines by the only window;
About
a broken wrist watch with faded
Mauve
band and fake diamonds,
The
day it was bought and cherished as a rare luxury,
Like
the time that ran too fast and the ceramic teeth Implant
After
spending nights in agony wondering about
The
exhausted calcium and the unborn child snug beneath the mysterious
swelling
And
the correlation between second birth and child birth.
It
would be so peaceful to one day pass away pastless, penniless,
Leaving
behind a life where a motherless fatherless child has to prove its worth
To
be a charity case and the whole Helplessness of it to survive otherwise,
Living
a normal life like it deserved...
Malkeet
Kaur
Malkeet
Kaur works as a teacher in Navi Mumbai, India and loves to pen her
feelings in the form of verses. Many of her poems have been published in online
journals and anthologies. Poetry, for her, is a way of giving voice
to her deepest feelings and she finds solace in poetry during turbulent
times.
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