National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 22: Leave It to Batman

I am a wolf who’s learning to howl,

I am a duck who’ll swim if its flood.

The sun of February at the west casting orange on

his bearded face as he ate the leftovers of the hotel.

The newspaper he was eating on telling arrival of

a new virus in China.

He smiled and in hoarse voice said a slippery

ground doesn’t know the king.

Hungry stomach doesn’t have ears, you know–he says extending his hand.

The west sun of mid April casting tired orange on

the dirty face. The road is empty as all are locked down.

He is hungry as we know looking at his sucked in stomach.

He is opening the food packet with a smile

and said when bulls fight flies die. So leave it to Batman.

Now go hunger is the best sauce and remember if you saw your

neighbor’s beard in fire don’t forget to put yourself in water

And also remember even in the mouse hole, the light shines.

An idiom also I recollect, when spider webs unite it can

tie up a lion.

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.

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