I purchased it the other day
From a foot path at Ganeshguri Chariali
It cost me sixty rupees
To gaurd my belongings worth the name
I am a punny journalist
I have full faith upon my pen
My neighbour is a wise man
But I believe my lock more than him
My room is rife of books
Mice play in my absence
Foods cooked a couple of days back
Smells typically at the kitchen
Love letters which were never sent
Animate my table like a lamp
A sachet of condoms secretly placed
Whispers about the night nicely passed
With Laptop, Blackberry and writing sheets
All go to make me a Hem
The lock of sixty rupees
Faithfully gaurds my room
From the advance of the thief
And the wise man
But, from yesterday
I am getting to lose faith upon the lock
As they say
It was made by a fox.
# ganeshguri chariali: It is a busy spot at Guwahati, Assam.
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Wow! What an impressive, well penned and poignant write, Hemchandra! Definitely, Poetry runs in your veins! 10+++ Keep it up! You got what it takes to make it in the Poetry World: TALENT! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...