No, Please Poem by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR

Do not hang my portrait on a wall,
Making it a refuge for webs and dust,
For frightening dark geckos to slip in,
Withered garlands bedecking the bust;
Where spiders weave silken snares,
To trap pitiable insects unaware,
For humidity to discolor and deface,
With not a-one-dear-one, to really care;
Save when guests are invited,
Some glorious occasion to grace,
Or festivals are around the corner,
Dust shall be brushed off my face;
An unperceived, lonesome sentinel,
Who knows how long, I shall have to be,
Watching many a spectacle, I wouldn't
In my lifetime, ever wish to see;
Let not the new members ask in surprise:
Why is this portrait still on the wall?
I cannot see myself abruptly pulled down,
For me it shall be the bitterest gall;
Frame me in your heart, if you
Really love me and love me true,
No dust, no web, no crawlies,
Fresh as ever, I'll smile within you!