Poetry – Sabujsree Siraj

The Last Poem

They call me a hopeless drunkard
drowsing in your gaze all day,
I float on heaven at the dead of night
and cavort with your shadows at bay

They call me a hopeless drunkard
as I tattle with the stars,
tales of why they’ve sent you here
of how you’ve come so far

They call me a hopeless drunkard,
empty bottles on a mahogany floor,
half burnt cigars here and there,
a door left ajar

They call me a hopeless drunkard,
I’m caught laughing with the moon
her light reminds me of a flickering candle
or your eyes when your heart was torn

They call me a hopeless drunkard,
the ice cubes melt, ink rots dry
the shards turn my paper puce
I beg Utopia, ‘please let me fly’.