Sleeping Doubly Poem by Binoy Barman

You die one death but two graves claim your body
You frustrate none as you are too good
You divide yourself to fulfill their desires
Your heart goes to Emma and Florence
At the cemetery of Saint Michael Church
Ashes of other parts of your body take shelter
In the Poet’s Corner of Westminster Abbey.

What do you talk with your ladies these days
When the world has forgotten all its passion?
What do you discuss with other poets
When the world has lost all sense of rhythm?

How different you are from all others
Being one entity you sleep double
Causing trouble for your shrine visitors
Who throw flowers to two directions
They have learnt from you
Body can do without heart
Heart can do without body
Or body and heart can operate living apart.

Hardy, the music of magical force
You can separate shadow from its source.