I JUST CAN’T ASK FOR A RENTED HEART ~by Bipul Kalita

 

 

I JUST CAN’T ASK FOR A RENTED HEART
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Feeling uneasy of late
for losers of faith always suspect
strangers, their thoughts and emotions

I don’t know
how it happened
how it rooted in heart’s corners
longing to keep my bosom away
from untouched notions of bustles
from unheard sermons of huge saints

Love always fixes me
where I need to be fixed
mixing hues of each dawn
with clues that lead to the dusk

Busy schedules
deprive me of moonlit nights
friends who seek me in sunny days
cease to share their parasols in rain

Colorful efforts
to shine their dark minds
with repeated exercises go in vain
and smash me to lament on graves of faith
and catch one after another all of the wickets
compelling this loser to be back to the pavilion

How can I ask
for a rented heart to weep
for a mended body and mind
that never learned to stoop
to conquer an unmanned land

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copyright reserved@ Bipul Chandra Kalita
25/04/2016 Assam, India