Game In The Night
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Anil Kumar Panda
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It is the night
That seems so savoury.
Smouldering cigarettes butts
Spewing smokes to the ceiling fan;
To be churned like the life.
The tear drop bulb stares like
The vacant eye of a virgin girl.
Expecting matured love.
It is the night
That snatches away the ennui
Of the gruelling hours of the day.
That from inside its cloak
Takes out stories about girls
With lemon sized breasts playing
Hide and seek under the blanket.
The night sells the stories
To the dream that pulls you
In to the abyss of sleep.
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