SUITCASES
Ashok Niyogi
Don’t you realize that in the tears of departure
There lies a violence unbidden
Because I don’t want to go.
Don’t you realize that in the fireworks
There is fire, controlled though.
Don’t you realize that in the suitcases of abandon
There is fashion, even if it were not so?
Don’t you realize that in the morning light
You decide my plight.
Don’t you realize that as the plane takes off,
It will take us to our destiny?
Don’t you realize that above the clouds
The light is bright?
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