Thursday, June 21, 2012

A poem at midnight of June 21, 2012


Slowly and steadily the night passes by,
The clock is ticking with mundane precision,
The AC is making an annoying buzzing sound,
The laptop reassures in a familiar tapping fashion,
The pillow is lying lifelessly at the corner,
The dog is sleeping in his usual comfort zone,
What is there so unique about all these?
Nothing,
Except that they found a place in a bizarre poem written at the stroke of midnight on June 21, 2012!

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