Fog is the old man
who longs
to linger in solitude
It hurts bad when its asked
to move away from the village
like how it hurts when
the nipples of circles
are mutilated everyday
by the tip of the compass
of students
in their pursuit for perfection
Circles don't like geometry
Fog does not like city
But now
that the fog is here
We have the privacy
to pee anywhere
A car seems nice
.
4 comments:
A good work!! Has your work been published? It is nice to read your poems.
Thank you for appreciating some of them.
No, they have not been. Will approach a vanity publisher someday!
Would love to see your work!!
i won't belittle it by calling 'work' or 'job' . Only expression seems apt and it touches the chord.
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