by Faquir Foysol
[In 2012-13 pre and post periods of Shahbagh Movement.]
I buried the deserted room
After the days of doom or alleged boom
In the green desert of Dendaburry
Like a mad nomadic, with one and a half
night’s hurry.
There I used to pray and prey
Floors flourished fairies’ hairs
Both erotic black and blissful grey
The gay window in the morning
Mourning in the widowed afternoons
A room full of friends, enemies, lovers
and goons
A room full of theists, aesthetics and
atheists
A room full of adrenalin, nicotine,
vitamin and protein.
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