Dream//
I dream of being a straw man,
Hanging by the edge of your field.
The breeze makes my torn clothes flutter,
As I hold my perpetual grin.
Last night after the storm,
I was left totally drenched.
My torn clothes ripped apart,
By the sharp claws of wind.
The crows in black mocking me,
While the sparrows are indifferent.
I wait for you to resurrect me,
Restore me to my glorious past.
As a strawman I have no demands.
I just stare, stand and grin.
The birds do hate me,
But I hardly even care.
I wish I could write,
As a strawman I have plenty of time.
I could have written so many things,
Memories and emotions, otherwise forgotten.
And one uncomfortable truth ,
Mostly obliterated from your collective memory,
Is that of your very own straw man.
Eternally with you in your dreams.
I am the straw man in your dreams,
I chase the demons while you are asleep.
I douse the fire of your suppressed desires,
Letting you enjoy an eternal spring.
(c) Anurag Talukdar
Nice one