Treasure Island

Pranab K. Chakraborty

(West Bengal)

Prime Truth - 25


Pranab k c
13/07/2014

dark screen reflects
mewing erection
the hybrid protagonist
having a lock-gate
wants to
die with
if not possible
to live together

gestapo once played
the game
to erase out
the profile
from the canvass
casually and cordially

far away we are
far away our liberal civility
we should keep open
our custody
to pinch and punch
mewing while suffocating
a land to be ploughed hard

dark screen or lighted
no problem to snatch apart
the fibre it covers
and to nail the cave dark or devil!

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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