No Dues

by Satish Verma   May 9, 2021


Misreading?
the time zone, clock
refuses to rewind.

The brain shuts,
absenting the self.
No seeing no hearing.

The street,
resuscitates you.
Train whistles to take you away.

What home?
There was no destination.
You will not reach anywhere.

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  • 1 month ago

    by BOB GALLO

    This is very and excellently Kafkaesque