Debate - By Nikhil Nath


Quick sand, moon
must emerge
from a tired paper
on a table of woes
lost in the fumes
of an argument
over Marx and
running a small
rope through the
future of surprise
in the jungle
of inventive lies
sold on the curiosity
of broken glass
falling to dust
on the rampage
of a heated debate.

- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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