The Off-Line Just Kills... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

A small globe of green light
Brought joy at happy sight.
It went out in a while...
Ah! off-line so vile!

What a sadist mystery!
A thirsty remains thirsty.
Water gets mirage
And dries up love visage!

Kinda funny test!
Maybe tears-rain fest!
Wait, more wait
Will get all goofy sweat.

Bring that green light.
Why there`s so late?
Bring that happy sight.
Now bring them, my mate.


Enough hide and seek!
Now minutes`re getting sick!
I know fate`s like bloody fate.
It ever loves to just blink.....