You come inside
your room, squared by four walls
after a days work, and
switch on the light and fan
putting the shirt and trouser on the hanger
shoes and shocks in a little corner
lazy mind rest
asleep
is this, how
life goes on
breathing inside the cage;
the last let-up
baring it all
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Introspective and pithy.A different kind of poem from Tapeshwar.
So much thanks Vijay Nair for the marking. Naman _()_
The poem incisively conveys a pervading sense of disquiet and ennui.
So much thanks for thy precious comment dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.
Depicting the routine side of life perfectly
So much thanks Anoucheka Ji.