Poem : A Cashless Calculus

There is nothing that I cannot forget

Neither the tides

Never the shores

Newer terrains

Nether ashes

There is a fever that I see ferocious

Here is a blanket

Here is a blank verse

Here is a blister

Here is a boulder

There is a slogan that I see rising

Urge to utterance

United hopes

United tribes

Ultimate miseries

It is, it is a mistake that is moist

It is, it is a whisper that is whistling

I am just a centipede waiting for the walls

I am just a centipede lost in lusty sands

I am just a centipede with null and void

Let hundred hunters hang me down

Let thousand thieves thrive upon me

It is all a coinage, concocted calculus of cash and carry !

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