Poems – Harekrishna Dey

An air conditioned afternoon

The wound of a void becomes a nail
It stuck through the chest wall.
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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