Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 5, 2017

A STRUGGLE~by Bipul Kalita




A wasp stung my upper lip
questioning heart beats
poisoning the lower one
to get rid of the upper’s touch
to maintain its beautiful status.

I was a dumb watcher
in an insider’s struggle with outside pain
bullying over the mixed position of it’s ego
unable to air muddy thoughts through them,

Ways budded in anger
foggy eyes shed tears
I felt my nerves had betrayed me
with the swelling lip
trying to divide me in my thoughts
trying to weigh me in my thoughts
in newly paved tiny and lonely ways.

Swimming across huge sighs
I caught sight of a green valley of laughter
while children running by the sandy shore
cheered to see my ugly lips
struggling with each other for comfort.

I laughed too
to get rid of my inner pain
to add the purest smiles to the children’s lips
giving a lesson to the odd ones of mine for good
falling asleep in peace till flows of pain disappeared.

Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita 04/12/2016.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.


%d bloggers like this: