O Captain my Captain by Rajnish Mishra
O Captain, my Captain
He rose on the wings of fire,
He rode on the chariot of gold.
He rose to the sun of desire,
He ate it and found it cold.
O Captain, my Captain, at last you seized the day.
You are dead now my Captain! That’s what they say.
They must know my Captain. They buried you deep.
I didn’t. So, I won’t say it ever you’re dead.
I owe you a poem for prose won’t do.
It won’t go well with my theme, with you.
You had no business dying, not at all.
Since when have gods started dying, and like that?
How do I know you? It’s good that I don’t.
I know just a spirit, your spirit burning bright.
Your body they saw and saw your body die.
Hope you were, and hope must never die.
It’s not a happy ending, when I let you die.
So, you never died, you can’t. Hope can’t die.
I saw you in glory, when your spirit burnt blue.
It shook me up, gave me hope, made my moments fly.
You were bad, yes so bad!
Bad is beautiful!
You were wild, yes so wild.
Wild is good!
©2017 Rajnish Mishra
Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India. He is the editor of PPP Ezine, a poetry ezine. He has a blog on poetry, poetics and aesthetic pleasure: https://poetrypoeticspleasure.wordpress.com.