Killing the Immortal

Caged bird
I will cut your feathers
And let you free, forever.
Old prisoner
I will slay your throat
And let you escape from here.
Little kid
Hand me your kite
And play with rifles instead.
Solitary girl
Sing me songs of mourn
For I will kill your mother now.
White teddy
Close your eyes tight
As I rip off your cotton bod.
Brave sailor
Laugh and rejoice
Until I draw a hole in your boat.
Wounded warrior
Count your last breaths
As I finally shoot this arrow.
Sweet baby
Smile once more, and last
As I snatch you away and throw.

Cut my feathers and I shall bleed
I won’t fly but the blood shall flow
And sow the seeds of a resilience new.

Slay my throat and I shall cry
I won’t say but I shall be heard
And a voice of courage shall rise.

Give me the rifle and I shall fire
I won’t aim but I shall shoot
And the bullet shall hit you instead.

Kill my mother and I shall weep
I won’t sing but tears shall flow
And rocks shall melt, and so shall you.

Rip me off and I shall wait
I won’t see but the cotton shall be free
And be woven again to form your shroud.

Draw a hole and the boat shall sink
I won’t cry but million would do
And tears of blood shall flood your dreams.

Shoot the arrow and I shall die
I won’t count but breath shall be gone
And another shall point to you.

Throw me away and I shall sleep
I won’t smile but doomsday would
And haunt till the end of your life.

Response poetry by Arindam Saha for bizarre.beep.sleep. Thank you, introvert, for killing ‘vice‘ in your own amazing way.

Title credits: Introvert.🙂