My Hangovers Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

What you like
Know not
What you like
You really know it
Dear

Night long a long train
Passaging through dark
Night long a long unknown
Passaging through our thoughts

Conscious a blind horse
Just galloping and galloping
From back to front
Doors are closed
Doors are open
The ridiculous fallacy
Everyone trying hard to clarify
The highest and handling with sober hands

I now like
To dry myself
With your fire
Do you like so
Dear
What you like
Know not
Do you know
Exactly your liking
Dear or no-dear do you know
Exactly!

Pranab k c
14/03/2017