FLY

I...
I am
the feeling
that died
stillborn
in my heart
aeons ago...

I am the
lamp that
deserted me
in the storm...

I...
I am also
the dirt that
gets under your
fingernails,
everytime you
touch me...

I am the fly
that buzzes
in your ear,
and lays eggs
in your wounds...

I am all that,
I am more,
I am the Beast,
Babylon's whore...

I am dirty
as a fly,
But 'tis no lie...
I...
I love you...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/5/2007)