An Evening at the Cafe

An Evening at the Cafe short poem

Sumptuousness of the cafe,
Sitting at the corner…
Softly Decorated with glasses
comforts of Air-Conditioner..

Silent faces unknown
held down on phone-screen…
Headphones and Ringtones
like sounds of guillotine

Inside the head-Rage and fire
against the politics-bullshit
of generation of liars
shouting at the busy street

Evening at the city
through the transparent wall
hiding behind the insanity
God kept blessing them all

It seems really weird
when a penniless orphan
suddenly sees you naked
at the nearest distant

Annoyed , you turn your face
to the other side so fast
to keep your eyes on safest place
from a hungry smile of dust

Paid the bill at the counter
as everything is over
out side the generation of liars
so gentle and sober…

The orphan boy still swallows colors
of the cafe-hands full of coin
Someone feels really disturbed near
beside the windowpane…

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asoke kumar mitra
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beautiful write, a short story can start from here.

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