Theme: Despair


I go to the cinema on borrowed, humiliation-filled money
And walk past the rows 
with a walk that grovels to be noticed.

Until darkness merges me with many others
with just my kind of walk
And the shadows come to life.

And I look at them
with disdain reeking off me like cheap country liquor
and feverishly mutter.......

Can't I do better?
Can't I just?
But nobody listens. Nobody ever does.....

And all that remains of those myths,
are old, stale magazine inspired critiques
that I happily dipense
to my less enlightened friends

And they think "How clever"!!!!!!


More By  :  Pradip Basu

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