I Win Poem by Masidur Rahaman

I Win



Burning!
Yes, it is burning
Between two weak fingers
Eyes gummed on a portrait.

Wall clock over there is exhausting seconds and minutes.
A frail silhouette invites to be one with it.
Darkness lures to bed.
Cruel smoke hatches plot of assassination.

A good Samaritan comes.
I win.

I Win
Sunday, June 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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