Between A Rehab And Outside Life. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Between A Rehab And Outside Life.



The dirty linen stayed on the bed,
the iron rods of the window said...
I am perfect here.
I don't need to go anywhere else.

The job code demanded,
only two cigarette breaks.
Only the watchful eyes..
looked at the wristwatch.

Only the gymnasium spoke
differently.
But the fast pace of symposium
was scattered trying to hold the burden,
of the great timeout.

Nicely folded linen and uniform,
on bedside and the
non responsive television,
called through radar,
the aid of a radio.

Silence was the headline,
on the newspaper next day.
And the pondering thoughts on the illusion,
around the corner was a reminder,
of how the youth passed.

My hero was 40 years old.
The job was nice
and the prospects quivered,
amid the horizon.

Medical science speaks in a
different pattern.
The say like physics or mathematics
here 1 + 1 is not always two.

They take the brunt of the grump
of society. Justly so.
After that comes food habits of people.

Justly done the tick-tock of the empty clock,
the winner of all the time,
the additional celebrity supplementary
of the next day newspaper,
and silence seemed to....

the hero of my story,
had a burst in his brain of...
Silence.
And was admitted to the hospital,
with repeated outbursts of...
Silence.

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