Frothless Fourteen Lines Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

Frothless Fourteen Lines



I dedicate fourteen lines to no one at all
But for a mysterious invisible being, in hiding
That wore off like a chalk scribbling on the wall
There was nothing left for a process of undoing
Nail through your tongue and lips, don't speak a word
Just listen like a thoughtful rabbit
With ever shut mouth..oversized ears..large and awkward
Over observant crimson eyes stained with habit
We need to live..so let the others die
A lonely stint....another lunatic's mutiny
As we light up those lifeless candles and pretend to cry
A petrified tear adorns eyes that watch agony
Dedications are dead..like an unmoved shadow on a wall
These fourteen lines are futile...it'll convey nothing at all

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