I can’t pay the rent
Of my soul.
It’s too expensive-
To melt,
To freeze
The wax, without
Guile and control.
Numbers are stuck
At electronic door lock-
Turning and twisting
Their faces
And switches.
I stand at centre- muted
With stitches,
Loaded with charcoal
Of burdens
Into the ditches
To showcase-
My obsession
To buy
The pill’s palace.
Monobina Nath
Illustration Nick Victor
Monobina Nath from Kolkata, India.