The Gut

Long before I wept,
Vague in memory, blurred.

Now I wish to cry
I wish to cry, shy!
Not in nature but try,
The flow pushes the lids, but
Goes away before pour start.

Till I wish to cry,
I wish to cry, lie-
To myself to be high.
Failed, hence wake in morn
I wish to cry and
then wait for die.

Long for ending but
Before that - take gut:
Withering must come,
I have to be stern.
And ready my urn.
Adorned. Tinted. And
Not obscure. Banned.
Glorious life. Graceful end.


February, 2012
Mymensingh

A Grecian Urn [Picture Source: Quora]