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)
1 comment:
nice...funny....ending with little tragedy...
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