My Hundred Lines [First Part]
Grilled roasted or smoked chicken
Desire or money— which is more significant
Isn't important— if demand is sought
Putting food on tongue in imagination
Drawing graph of power and dosage
Decision could be taken aptly
Neither there was nor there be any debate
Debate never wakes up
From physical-mental ethereal pleasure
Days spent darning dreadful times
Laying on the new or old bed-sheet
Trees uprooted with fruitless shaking
Cell phone buttons waned
Gradually like shoe sole
Path splashed up on pathless wild trail
While walking alone
Red-eyed dusk like owl
Sharp teeth of tiny mouse
As the notch of carpenters file
Midnight shouts harsh
As crocodile like house-lizard
Cockroaches dance classical way
Within the interplay of light and shade
But hesitation never sprouted
Not the day after night
Nighttime arrived roaring laughter
Dark tweaked to deep murky
After the last day of last fortnight
Not the moon— deep-black clouds
Set up cluster of tents in the sky
Balloon of fallacious time perforated
By the nocturnal animals
Time went mutely on quick march
Flash of lightening moment added salt
To the disordered mind and threw
On the corrugated iron sheet roof
At the midsummer sweltering day
Where am I standing now
On the knee-deep water of sinking land
Or washed out in the Saturday night's wave
Besides the crematorium's river
Sleeping alone in the underground furious cell
With the treasury of jewels like mummy
Dim demand line intersecting
The diffused marginal utility curve
On the slope-way of life
And entered into the dark quicksand
Wearing desire sit knelt down
To a deep-blue precious stone
No other second stone is there
To light a fire of existence
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Submitted on October 15, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 1,619 |
| Words | 275 |
| Stanzas | 9 |
| Stanza Lengths | 6, 3, 7, 8, 6, 7, 4, 6, 4 |
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