I am trapped in a chair
A monkey
I get paid for my life
Is there a price for life?
For time?
For youth?
How precious or useless is it?
I do not know.
I just don't.
I wait for the paycheck.
Every 5th of the month.
But I wish
Oh, how I wish.
I were in Ladakh.
But here I am
Trapped in a chair.
Such truth. I liked that about this one. And the way its written.
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All the best on your writing.
Damn...
ReplyDeletethe ultimate truth.
thankfully i have a choice. not many people do. hence the trapped feeling.
what i like about these poems is the deceptively simplistic style adopted to reveal such huge truths. there is also that tinge of tongue-in-cheek-almost-offensive-attitude, which is quite cool.
Incredible...!
:D