The Lunatic Poem by Anurag Talukdar
The Lunatic
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An empty floor, the silence pierces my ears,
A vagary of sight, hundred electric lights conspire.
My cabin, shades of blue and green,
My life wasted glaring at the deceptive screen.
At midnight I scream at the city beneath,
It laughs back,
Calling me a lunatic.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
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5/13/2024 1:14:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem presents a sad commentary on the living conditions and problems posed by city life. At midnight I scream at the city beneath, It laughs back, Calling me a lunatic.