Sayantan Bishnu

Rookie - 0 Points [Nyctophile] (April 16,1996 / Siliguri)

A Marred Word

And there in a neglected corner,
Beside the transistor, whose static is spliced,
By Lennon.By Kurt.And By Bowie...
A drop of tea falls, kisses the gel, soaks it up,
A word trails away, blue swirls in a brown drop.
Blotting paper.The drop of tea is no more.
And so is the word.The sentence now seems incoherent.
A neat scribble.Marred by that drop of tea.
On the grilles, painted dull blue,

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