It is uneasy sitting in a crowd and witnessing a burlesque show
The light around dips and flips, and takes the elements of fun away
Wide-eyed, useless curiosity in the communications that are mundane
No one desires to rush outside; wonder, the freedom the auditorium offers
In between, the pantomime also fails to mesmerise the tedious audience
Thunderous applause after the failed satire on the daily occurrences
Everyone still conditioned with the calculated light and darkness
Is it considered risque because of the continuous philandering with life
~Amitav
Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure. 🙂
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