Poems - Piku Chowdhury

The Bazaar

Hawkers are now everywhere, Mesmerising myriad ware On sale. High pitch pierces morbid air The silhouettes throng all bedazzled. Values, ethics all on sale? Behind demure masks so pale Ecstasy and reverence Peels off ; fungal invasions , Travelling gazegets befuddled. Bazar of glittering fluttering fare Rainbow balloons of faking care, Spider spinning tightening fast Smothering splendour , supressed lust, Ravenous intents, licking flames Burning rancid swirling dust, Gathering behind and never in view! Abrupt glimpses fortuitous Stench of a concealed green carcass Of human values , painted loud Sprayed with fragrance amidst the crowd, The customer’s realization new- Wearied,stressed and stretched sinews. Windows may be closed and yet The dust would slide and perpetrate; The bazar slithers with all pretence, Choking lungs and muddled sense. Gasps the senile cityscape The bazar binds, there’s no escape.

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