The Pill’s Palace

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.

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