Be careful, when you deal with me.
Things are not at all happening
the way they should, they would.
A converting machine is working
somewhere! A force pulling
everything in its stomach twirling.
As if, finding more meanings
except one it means, is its only job.
I am afraid, really afraid
things will never be the same again.
I am afraid, you'll soon
dislike this person who cannot say
yes to your yes
and no to no, anymore.
Friends, I am afraid, I'll
lose you more who are already lost.
© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.
Palas Kumar Ray
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