Debasish Datta Poems

The lazy lick of patent poverty
was to them a thing of small import
They quite forgot its sting of misery
delirious in their own private sport
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A spaceship launched in Cyrus-3
is zooming in on us
as you ride to evening school
in the yellow bus
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Ding dong The gong goes Long lazy evening To a close

Day was fun
Grey and black
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This that addles the brain
is not of opium or some such stuff
It has a special recipe:
Stardust and cuckoo eggs
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Suddenly the royal mantle of life slips away
It is evening, I
gathering close the cosy cloak of daily ennui
step out into the drizzle
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Gran, I had taken my morning to your evening
Pa, Ma, I met your evenings with my day
Suddenly, now, it is evening for me
The light has turned kind of weak and soft
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