I Told My Pagli... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Handing to her trusted hands
a disused manuscript of deranged poems
I told her it was hers; only hers- -
Nobody would ever claim it
with any right from blood or other relation
for they just never need it.

They are too clever to see
the union of words and the unison of thoughts.
They prefer material, hard or liquid,
to anything abstract, trivial or sublime.
They will be happy with my left behind concrete things.

I told her as I love her the most
and she loves the crank with crazy poetry
she should inherit this obscure legacy.
My everything belong to them
who bind me to their rightful poles
except my soul and my poesy.

She took it with a broad smile
in which shone million stars
and her hidden tears gave light to the Moon
what came and placed in my placid forehead.
I will ever live with her
in the folded manuscript of deranged poems.