I am the last trader
from a jovial trading tribe
of an abandoned language
you love the more than you love me
Come
Lets bargain
This trade of words
won’t last for
the next night-fall
Fast
come
Walk into brisk steps
like seconds of a Time-Clock pass in a moments blink
Fast,Come
Lets bargain
or its too late
An alphabet-pointy and bold-for a dear
promise
to keep indelible our trade
A twisty script for a rummaging autumn rain
which never falls without our echoes
Come Lets bargain
Or its too late
Fast
or its too Late.
Omair Bhat is a student of medicine.