Compulsion



"Compulsion":- C. Acharya


In my leisure time,
I went to the village,
by my cycle,
through the concrete,
towards the green.

Saw some cockoos,
eating bugs,
filling its needs,
compulsive and satisfying.

Oh! I wondered,
is it same with Mr. Paglu,
his love with gates,
open close, open close.

And the gate wonders,
am i gate or fan.

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