Poem
– For Those I Hate
Sauvik
von Chakraverti
Life
is sweet,
Life
is short,
Life
is music.
I
am here,
I
am there,
I
am gone.
Do
you know,
Who
I am?
Or
are you guessing?
Have
you read,
Every
word,
I’ve
put down?
Have
you read,
All
those words,
And
known their meanings?
Or
did you,
Twist
them around,
To
suit your schemes?
I
have striven,
To
be true,
To
be faithful.
I
have given,
All
the world,
My
very best.
The
moving finger,
Stops
not.
It’s
always writing.
And
that’s been me,
All
these years,
These
long decades.
In
all this time,
You’ve
been idle,
Watching
movies.
Watching
Bush,
Obama,
And
Osama.
There’s
the sun,
There’s
the rain,
There’s
the moonlight.
There
are beaches,
Even
lakes,
And
verdant greens.
There
are books,
Great
books,
Some
even holy.
And
there’s this screen,
Within
four walls,
And
in your room.
I
have written,
Many
books,
Many
pamphlets.
See
all the evil,
I
took on,
And
destroyed.
Now
I put down,
My
simple thoughts,
In
simple verses.
If
you get,
What
I mean,
Then
I’ll be glad.
