A Man from Mesopotamia

I asked a man from Mesopotamia

What is life

He asked me in turn

The thane of Fife had a wife

Where is she now

The rolling seas that drowned thousand ships

Of Ur Mesopotamia

And that laughed at the gasoline afire

Flung into her breast

When fire broke out in Iraq

From nothing do you come

And to nothing do you go

And what is life then?

It is like a ghost from the womb

Of nothngness

That undoes the order of things

Burning the World Trade Centre

And putting Baghdad into flames

And the n vanishes like bubbles in the air

Every man is a witch

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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