A Hibernation. Poem by PARAMASIVAN ESAKKI

How big is your bill
oh! Pelican?
I want a place to hide in
far off from all these
dilapidated dreams.
the murals of life
painted with tears and blood.
Still She Smiles
the 'Mona lisa! '
but at whom?
..at those bristles of da Vinci..
who made life his own enzyme
to secrete a death from life
or vice versa.
all my games
with virtual bullets and guns
and all these virtual realities of
mocking realities..
Iam very much exhausted.
Spitting my own saliva of philosophy
of the golden embedded phrases
of Existentialism..
the digidal divide
threatens with flimsical
and thin red line
between you and me..
into that boolian algebra and
we all plunge into a
Kingdom of Hollowmen.
Oh my dear friend Pelican
let me hide in your beakful of
fermentation of 'Time'..
safely to hibernate!

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