Bequeathal short poem

Bequeathal short poemUploaded by Aloke

My boy ! I give you cloudy sky of my youth.
I give you my buttonless soiled shirt and lungs full of
wonderful laugh ! T give you my desultory jaunts, in the
middays of the city and lying on the mother earth under
preternatural night sky. My days of my youth and my nights.
These are all I can give you, young man, my sorrow without
misery, my happiness with a pang, my shivering anger.
I give you, young man all I have.
The girl next door– I saw and flirted, even I hurted.
The days in the coffee shop and friends, burning butts of
cigarettes. I knelt before poetry and life. I begged love.
I went to slash life and man with smugness of a freak.
Suicide, stampede of an ego on space and time, my country,
people and world. These were my old shirts which I can hardly wear
now— I give them to you, my son, and my dream and my heart.
love to give you all even you don’t need them at all.

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I am interested in literature, music and philosophy. Actually i am bent on keeping myself updated on all sorts subjects so that I can put my fingers on the pulsating life.I like to talk with like-minded . life is too short and too long. I am now a writer-completed and working on several literary works and a fiction.
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