Last Words Poem by Sameer Shankar Dutta

This is the last hill.
This is the last tree of the last spring
This is the melody of the dry leaf
That dropped down last

I desire
Top be heard by you for the first time

and then
What is the end
What is the beginning

On the golden peak of an young yellow bamboo
A momentary sun of dew
Dream of a black viper seen in a flash
One of my poems not read by anyone
The colors of the wings of a bluish yellow butterfly
That flew away tickling my chest.

This is not the last breath-out
But may be this is the last breath-in
Of a little leg getting colder and colder in sleep
In a Bedouins caravan in a night of desert

This is the last word
(Doubtlessly I am Doubt5ful)

You know spellbound I am
In an innocent luminary that bathed in sea

O' my Sun-spirited soul mate
These may be my last words spoken, placing my eyes in yours.