Banshee… Nirmal bhattacharya

 

At will in darkness I walk
And on night's back I chalk
What you continue giving me
Since you have been my banshee.

In the darkness I whisper and whistle
And I raise on my squint skin bristles
The children laugh out in bad dreams
I will certainly buy your news in reams.

I know my walk's going to be endless
Crazy that I am, the curses I must face
The curses you 've left behind undigested
Like a government by loose morals fed.

I walk in darkness at will
And walks by me my nagging mate banshee
She walks and complains about life's debris
And still feeds herself on curse-laden frills.

She walks, I walk and I chalk
Everything she has been giving me
On the night's watery back

And on the way, to relieve me
of the journey's burden, my banshee
Smears me with street-wise muck and calls
me and says, I am here, it's high time, you fuck.

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