A glimpse and a grotesque life

Shukdeb Mazumder

I caught a glimpse of you

in the park-

the view convinced me of something

astonishing-

a boy barbecued with a decorative touch 

made by your left hand

was talking to you looking at your face

flying an eagle of eagerness

just like me-

while I felt me suppressed by

the landslide of the mine of my

mutilated mind.

Who was the guy?

Still the question does fly with a long

erosive sigh!

I had a life lived with a great joy

all of which is brutally grotesque now.

Alas! You have forgotten all of my foy.

© Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder

     24-10-2023