Sun-Smile Poem by Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

It's your smile that shines on my face like the sun
though the sun too has its end
but my days are too short to count
too blest to see you wane.
I have no grudge
and the riles that were there
of youthful imbecility
have lost all their teeth
so much as I now
think of all those absurdities—
that once flew like the pinned butterflies
of Nabokov
looking forever live—
beggar the very description of death
though dead they are, no doubt
no doubt, both
looking young and agile
ready to put on wings
ready to die
for a trifle
as it was for you.