In The Garage Poem by Pinaki Dewan

In The Garage



They stay beneath the copper wires
Fixing the deflated tires
The smell of oil besieging them
Like a poltergeist inducing mayhem

They wake up nights contorting
Their spanners and their turnscrews
Their busy minds aborting
Cognate and important news

They could pick their profession up
And throw it to the wind
But they just pick a coffee cup
And these very thoughts exscind

Monday, October 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life,work
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