If you ask me what’s wrong

a poem by Subhabrata G Roy

Yesterday
is one of my weaknesses.
And the Child, sure,
is an impediment.

I saw the lustre
in her eyes
Bright Ones
Lively Ones
Fresh Ones
We got a leper here
and a frail Jesus Christ.

Today and tomorrow
I will delay;
Obstruct and liquidate myself
But the child
who can never adorn the bed
will block our way.