• SumoMe

Tired, dusty, silent, furor,

Sagging load carried forever,

Like rotting thoughts

That seem so clever.

Denial, logic, cracking voice,

Faltering air of assumed poise,

Accumulated mass of nothingness,

Trash, if not anything less.

Disconnected acts,

Stringed together,

Sordid facts,

I seem to gather,

Disconsolate yearnings,

The living proof,

There’s something burning

Smoke’s never aloof.

Flawed, blemished, inconsistent, unsound,

Something’s wrong, I’ve found,

Parched thoughts in the dusty clout,

Sometimes a drink of water’s the way out.

Indrani Basu

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