only a passing thought. poetry? i don't know.
a passing thought
assume, just for the sake of argument,
you get sacked—
the nine-to-six daily grind
of unruly classes, officious bosses—
what will you do but saunter in the alleys
of your dead dreams, soaked
under the neon lights of lasting loneliness?
your desk is neat and orderly,
your lectures feed your hungry
and unfeeling family.
no one seems to be bothered,
except for the occasional frowning
of the contours of your father’s face.
from one classroom to another, you wander—
floating on a wave of delicious drowsiness,
imagining the most august poetic openings.
but wait, for the sake of argument,
let’s assume you get sacked—
what will you then write about—
and with what unease and foreboding?
Poetry by bibek adhikari
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Written on 2020-09-25 at 13:06
Tags Thoughts  Writing  Metapoetry
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