Author : Afsal
Company : Zafin
Email : firstname.lastname@example.org
A suicide at Midnight
Knocks at the threshold at midnight,
Closed the book, and peeped through;
A personable bearded, bald man in long robes,
I invited him in, heartily as if close relatives
Enquired, what do want? Purpose of peregrination?
Oh, I am poet Laureate of Hades,
The realm of Pluto and in search of
An assistant and hesitated to reveal more
Started to enquire about me, I baffled
But replied sincerely
What is your identity?
Sir, I am Hamlet, Master of Arts;
Son of Shakespeare, Now alone… a gypsy;
What the job you do now?
Yes, I think … I kill time
And I flutter and dance
Like a solitary reaper
At every skunk hour
What are your credentials?
I have some hard, coloured papers
With round signets and printed in beautiful letters;
And I experienced words, words, words,
Faces and movements, but no meaning
What about the king of this realm?
Yes it is God, The Almighty, I genuflect
But Science too claims the throne
I don’t like Him, but the atoms
For atoms are God’s castles.
What about your companions?
I have a number of familiar faces
But I am alone and lonely
I loved an angel, Desdemona
But she loves all the men she can
What is the abundance you feel here?
Treachery, hatred, indigence,
Pride, lawlessness, jealousy,
Fornication, prostitution, arrogance,
Felony, treason, murder, but some whiteness sporadic,
“Cucullus non facit monachum”
What is the defalcation you feel here?
Love, sincerity, benevolence,
Friendship, affections, smiles,
And happiness …
Yes, “Magnum civitas magna solitude”
What are your hobbies?
I eat: mutton, chicken, edible fruits,
Selected fortified materials
I exercise: warm up, push-ups, pull-ups,
Sit-ups, dump-bells and all martial arts
To be delectable food for worms
What are the things you like most?
Music, rhythms, waves
Colours, patterns, curves,
Flies, nests, bewitching cries,
Roaring sea, setting sun, sparkling stars
What is your vision about life?
Life… oh….. We propose, God disposes,
No…. no…. God proposes and we obey
That is right; but no certainty
What is your aim in life?
That is …. To be or not to be
I want…. a poet, a lover…. a lunatic,
No, I want to die, enjoying the process,
To accomplish my dreams, for the realm of
Death is vast; before the world ends.
What is your plan of Death?
I have a beautiful plan to die
The last drops of Socrates: Hemlock
Come dear alien, let’s die
And enjoy the beatitude
Ha …. Ha …. I am impressed Hamlet
But I died centuries ago, I am Shakespeare
Your father ….. Came to rescue you
You can be my Assistant, I am proud of being
Your father ……………….. “Drink”
Oh! Father it pierces my throat
Like a dagger. Yes, now I can see all
My brothers and relatives: “here Othello, hello Macbeth,
Welcome Ophelia, Coriolanus…. Oh”
“Cousin Beatrice…. Oh all are beautiful”
I raised; and we went out
Like fog we flew up, below….. A deserted house
Sighs and cries came up like fireballs
Congealed blood on the floor
Amid, a lost, stiff body waiting for worms.
Life sprouts up again in a whisky bottle for………………………