The Day.. Nirmal bhattacharya

 

The day I began to get certificates for my poems
I had the impression that
some deeply cherished meaning in me
was loosing its way.
My lines one day turned rebellious
and smashed my sentences into
simple raunchy chips.
Another day a few of my favourite punctuations
abused my pen
with some ear-burning obscene suggestions.
The day my words went asunder like crazy
street fights
I just felt put under a blanket.
Only two blue angels
standing by my naked night-bitten body
kept smiling.
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