The First Poem


Born out of whim,

The deformed child

Of my feeble mind—


Lame endearment

From the demented trip

To melancholy—


Swirled into shape

Out of dust,

In paper and ink—


You slipped out of

My lifeless hands

Into the cyberspace,


Stood stark naked,

Rambled like a brat,

Hobbled a step or two.


I washed your face,

I rubbed your mouth,

I saw the scars.


I held your hands,

I clutched your legs,

I saw you cringe.  


I draped you in velvet,

I taught you to say—

‘How do you do?’


Unfit child for light,

You only shrieked in words

Obscene and abstruse.


Flickering fractal of failure,

You screamed and screamed

Until that sacramental blow


Of Shift+Del

Pounded on you, killing

Your trifling existence!


Twitter @bibek_writes 

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-02-14 at 12:50

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A poem filled with powerful emotions (sorry, I should have said that in my last post, but I re-read it and felt the strength of it.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't understand it all, but I get the feeling of it. A good poem.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done!