TECHIE LIFE
A place, dark and dingy
Two eyes staring, swollen
Glued to the screen upright
Sucking blood with techie tongues.
A table though with no work
Yet piled up with drafts
Of the ability and capability
That forced it to sit on the chair.
A head with hair falling down
Flashing the dying scalp
Hands on the mouse
That eats into the flesh of romance.
Monthly perks and all that
With avarice of fleshy world
Blunted the edge of lofty thoughts
Once flourished in literary world.
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
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