“The soliloquy of a car”
–:: Dr. Biswajit Chattopadhyay ::–
I’m a left out car in your city garage
Abandoned with other garbage
But my asshole smells of burnt out tyres
And rich petrol of past decade..
My stearing is the phallus of a tragic king
I was close with knights of yesteryear
When you’d kiss the son of a revered bitch
I braked, nearcrashed amidst utmost fear
I’m alive still with my broken parts
My heart still missing a beat or two
Those long drives, with you & who
I think you knew the secret art..
But the day he’d rape, you’d let out a cry
I wished I had wings & power to fly..
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