NOTHING HAPPENS

In one of those lousy moods am I

I want to write, nothing happens, I try

I look at the screen, keep sipping coffee

When coffee is over I attack the toffees

Looks as if I am bribing that hidden elf

To pour some words out of my inner self

I sit for a minute, 5 minutes I walk

Journey to fridge, to myself I talk

Such days there is no hearty output

Only food in my tummy ingested as input

What a mad creature appears my nature

Like an undeveloped brain premature

Refuse to switch to some other activity

Stay fixed to the screen as if in captivity

My workers though wanting, do not dare

They are peeping at me to show as if they care

I heard them say she is a ‘Pagol’

There is no one in house who her can control

If ‘dada’ was there she might have budged

She will stay fixed and we so exhausted to trudge

Should we set her dinner she is looking drowsy

Fools it is when drowsy, out comes my best poesy.

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Pagol…Means mad in Bengali language

Dada…brother