Volume 5, Issue 3 | April 2018 ISSN: 2395-2547
 

Words in Rhyme


I’ve Aeons to Die
- Parthapratim Goswami
How much can you kill me with a lie?
Hurt, wounded-of course, yet I’ve aeons to die.
The reminiscence of those smiling days and silent nights
Still vibrating and trespassing through those veins,
Appeal to the reasons and simply just fly
With the ashes of a smoldering cigarette
Left to burn in such an ease? Strange!
I’ve failed to defame, or to cry, for that hope
Once you’ve brought to me.
Probably you are mistaken my dear: love, friendship, belief
May have been butchered in you, but not obviously
On the awakening conscience, always attired and jovial in me.
Again I sing and shout blatantly-
How much can you kill me with a lie?
Hurt, wounded-of course, yet I’ve aeons to die…
 

Partha Pratim Goswami is currently pursuing his B. Tech in Electronics and Communication Engineering at NIT Silchar. He is fond of reading and writing poems and short prose. He has been regularly writing on Poemhunter.