At the corner of my room
three chairs lounge
on top of each other
and wait. No one announcs
that the party is cancelled.
Their merger creates
an allusion of movement –
a single moveable chair
automated, albeit caught
in a loop.
I may as well turn on the music,
split myself in many
and play the game where I
seem to lose all the time.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
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A fine and light poem, amidst all the chaos in the world.
Comment by Sushant Thapa on 19 July, 2025 at 6:02 am