The Moon in my Facebook
The moon rises inside the white screen,
Against the bluish range of hills.
Your photos, your status, they show
Bliss. Another felicitous union with life.
A fresh beginning with your handsome
Fat boyfriend, a new breath in this world,
As you like to post. A good job, a car, a bungalow
Await somewhere on the horizon.
I remember what you used to say—
An iron bowl won’t ever break.
In your photos you walk on the Juhu beach,
You write your names in the sand,
Draw hearts and butterflies, the waves
Come rolling in, they wash the present.
You pick a pebble, green like an algae egg,
And throw it in the ocean with a rough calculus
Of oblivion. You move away, you find your way back,
Like a tide. Facebook heaves an euphoric sigh.
Thank you for your updates, they sweeten
My soul. Thank you for your photos, they cool
The fever off my brow. The green pebble
Will come to me in another world.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-01-08 at 12:32
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