The road leads me elsewhere
no where
will be appropriate
but cruel
to the planners who wish
to make the
world an imagined heap
of flats
topped by TV antennas, pots
some plants
of flower unscented by chemicals
and in the
small drawing rooms children
fire plastic
guns watch comics and laugh
parents play
the mobiles for money transfers
online
booking of grocery medicines, clothes
the office
starts in the bedrooms both
looking east
and west in nighties and pyajamas
pitch high
stakes over cups of tea.
Where are
the trees gone where are the
rivers
changing courses on cement beds
to feed the
commercial projects cashless?
The sky is
dark over LED rooms, the flute
does not
swim the air to reach my ear
the midnight
bash, picnics appear unreal
I don't miss
his Princess call
I measure my
space in spaceless world
to stay away
from all infections.
Sabita Sahu
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