by:Aabirbhab
Folding a yellow paper,
my grandfather schooled me
how to build a paper plane,
he put a paperclip on the plane
& said, “it’ll fly farther dear.”
I grinned and abused many papers
while trying to make planes and
The lonely old chap was smirking as
I saw a gorgeous morning
on his wrinkled face.
I wrote, “Hello, I like you.”
on a reddish-pink paper
While holding my thirteen years of courage
& with my best friend’s moral strength,
I gave that paper to that popular girl
but her “sidekicks” beat me black and blue
but I beamed when a soft zephyr
from the window caressed my cheek
while passing through her golden brown hair.
Trigonometry, algebras and mensuration
the last page of my mathematics notebook
was resembling like a garbage centre
while I got occupied with the reckoning
of my life and inside the
totting-up of my flummoxed existence
where a newspaper on my table
was gaping for someone’s nudge.
And one day, I departed this journal
while bowing down my head
to the enigmatic candour of death
I gulped some darkness but couldn’t vomit
I chewed many sighs but couldn’t sigh
I gnawed some lies but couldn’t stop a death
and to prove the end of my extant,
The faceless paper granted me the final gift
My very own “Death Certificate.”
One reply on “Good On Paper”
Life as we know it. What a journey that was. Amazingly written ❤️