Remote sensor - By Nikhil Nath

Remote sensor

You are the cup
that bleeds pain
in drops of ink
clouded by smoke
you must wear
as room freshner
your calm demenour
is no index
of your mind
just a remote
sensor, hunting
keys of letters
to script an sms
with anger punched.


- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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