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Been there, undone that
Like the light and stats on my room air purifier's little dashboard,
That stay on a couple of seconds after i pull the plug,
As if in shock i could do such a thing to it,
I know in the moment i raise my head too fast from the bed -
The dizzy sway inside's coming right next, i shouldn't have -
And it does, a brief wavering of consciousness,
And with it identity: "Who was i anyway?"
Let it be thus at the end, if i get two seconds when the current's off,
A tiny chance to blurt, in the fast darkening obfuscation,
"I was a poet".
© Sanjib Basu
That stay on a couple of seconds after i pull the plug,
As if in shock i could do such a thing to it,
I know in the moment i raise my head too fast from the bed -
The dizzy sway inside's coming right next, i shouldn't have -
And it does, a brief wavering of consciousness,
And with it identity: "Who was i anyway?"
Let it be thus at the end, if i get two seconds when the current's off,
A tiny chance to blurt, in the fast darkening obfuscation,
"I was a poet".
© Sanjib Basu
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