Running out of dustbins
And in the millions of ways this world destroys itself
I sit and watch
to come up with my own unique plan of destruction -
of this self
and everything within;
You tell me you are not the same
you tell me you want to save -
the world,
But then who will save you?
I can smell your rotting from deep underneath
Your good deeds may fool the Gods,
but a dog like me knows
how to smell -
the rot.

© Saibal Samadder