Here things are
lying on the table
Papers ,
pen ,
notepad,
Bookmarked magazines ,
Unwashed tea cups,
Uncombed hair ,
Some mystic images ,
Sterile phrases ,
Frozen words ,
Vague expressions ,
Scattered Experiences
all in a chaotic manner
Living with dust around
With smothering smell of
Cigarette rings
Floating in the air,
somebody half conscious
Trying to lean over the table
waiting for the words to come..
Yes he is giving birth to
A poetry....!!!
Alpana nagar ✏
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