Saturday, March 8, 2008

TO AN UNTIMELY DEATH

Insects,

on the wall...

Moving,

like shifting writing,

making sentences

that mean nothing...

Fully clothed

(Three in the morning)...

Seated on my

seat of judgement

in the loo...

Against

the wet tile,

I finally crushed one

To an untimely death...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(6/3/2008)