When Still I Lie
Nidhu Bhusan Das
Don’t ask me who I am
This is embarrassing, indeed
Afloat I’m on Time, the mast of broken Titanic
Where shall I find Prospero’s island
Or after expiation, will the albatross fall off my neck
And back home will I be?
Like it or not, moot this point is.
I cannot ride on Time
Every moment passes by
Injustice meted out to me
Loss of love and friend
All I remember.
You may ask,’Will you be an avenger?’
I’m not a coward, but
Could Hamlet be one?
Cordelia dies fighting
Justice is elusive.
This I know in my heart
I shall wear a smile
When still I lie.
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