Late Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

LATE
Pravat Kumar Mandal

Hello!
They all ask me, "Why are you so late? "

So late!
This weird word that raises my pulse rate.

Late! Late!
Peradventure I'm really late.

In fact,
I'm greedy for free and rebate.

At once,
I regain from an unconscious state.

And so,
I start my conventional debate.

For vote,
Commitment I need to stimulate.

Hush up!
Now I speak of those inanimate.

Bondmen!
Soulless lives live in this dead state.

Like me,
They are all dead and they are late.

08/08/2020