And now what I do is to write poetry
I write poetry because I can not talk what I feel
If I talk what i feel i will not only talk
I will scream like the lunatic kid Calvin
Of Bill Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes
For example if I say MLA
I will scream it so hard
That it will sound like “Mother Licker Animals”
Or “Money Licker Assholes”
And everyone know the consequences
Of such soothing melodic scream.
And my vocabulary is weak
I can not write all that I feel
And it automatically serves
As an act of censorship
So I write poetry
And I have never seen Ministers reading poetry.
Forget about poetry.
I have not even seen them reading newspaper
Even if they read,
They would react to the grammars, the punctuations
And the printing qualities
Like people react only at the times of election
For some hundred rupees
I write poetry because I feel drunk
By searching words
And these days only drunken men are excused
By bullets and demand letters
So you never heard poets having “Wakat Meefam”
When it comes to death
My old chap Thoiba said,
'Poetry got nothing to do with death
We have more to die.
We need people to die.
So many Jews were torched inside church.
We will die, die! Die!
Unless someone shows up
And make Kanglasha sings
Like Chairman Mao made the Chinese cats
Sing ‘Mao, Mao, Mao’
Like Ho Chi Minh made the Vietnamese Lions
Roar “Ho, Ho, Ho””.
and Thoiba too is a poetry to me
which dissects poetry and death
who rejects his own death
but appreciate others' death