Good On Paper

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.”

thoughtstains

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