by Abhishek Tiwari
That day was first eve
And also for the tree
In the wild bar at the centre
Of civilised city
The tree was in a painting
Standing alone
With many depictions
From love to moan For few days it grabbed
Attention of all
It looked all nice
Hung on the wall
Then days passed by
From cold to summer
Few were there still to remember
One day that painting
Fell from the wall
It waited on the floor
For some bier to fall
It went all blurry
Like everyone does
It was just a paining
Why so much fuss?
The wall is empty
Still, in the dark
The carving of the painting
Had some spark
When all look happy
I still recall and question myself
Does it matter to exist?
If I shall be gone
Will something persist?
Will someone say cheers
For that freaky guy
Who went with the wind –
and bid me goodbye?
Abhishek Tiwari , born and brought up in the city of Kolkata, in a lower middle class family, is a PhD Scholar at Bhabha Atomic Research Centre, Mumbai. He is a Master of Technology from IIT Kharagpur. As for his literary pursuits, he has been awarded certificate of excellence by Epic Literary Council in poetry.
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great poetry……
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