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Feb 2017
city concrete crawling horizons

all preposterous blazing everywhere

THE GODS DOTH FEEL OF SUNSETS
like my wallet feels about emptiness

I am Mr neanderthal
flinting boring words
to light up one poem
to save myself from those nights that don't stop at the door

All I desire at this point is simple unchanging dullness
like drawing Tom with running shoes and Jerry with a Tom resistant suit


the streets are empty but the windows come alive
and the houses wake up
and there is light from the TV
and a child watching Disney Cartoons
and a parent ringing the doorbell
and dinner table conversations with the evening news on

and outside the dogs on the street chase every other vehicle that pass by

You don't even have a license.
Prabhat Chhetri
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Prabhat Chhetri  24/M/Bangalore
(24/M/Bangalore)   
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