Poems - Harekrishna Dey

An air conditioned afternoon

The wound of a void becomes a nail It stuck through the chest wall. Vibrationless, Speechless Just lying on the bed of inertia An air-conditioned afternoon.

In the game of survival of the fittest the frozen air is unheated, In the hands of the bat defeated in the tournament of life The clothes of Sansar Gallery were taken off All air conditioning At the counter of failed aspirations One huge void.

In lifelong tears Printed and stayed awake.

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