Abhimanyu Majhi
Going after fleshy legs, cute dimples
Years shrunk squeezing the pimples
What’s the point we are all going to die
Pretending to read the ‘Moor’s Last Sigh
With diet , vitamins and work outs
I was nice to my body
She yelled for more and more
Leaving me where I was before
Brought transparency in poems
With fibrillations in the ventricles
And silence of the glandular fever
Entered alcohol; cirhosising the lever
With confessions and weird predictions
Stock market made some sense
Budgeting the meagre savings
Growth turned horizontally negative
Gathered constants and variables
Ended up in a 3D world
3X+2Y- 5Z = my anatomy, say `k´
Spared creativity for Keats and Yeats
Massive success awaiting me
Thats how the years would be
The horoscope came almost near
For more news wait until next year
-Kurseomg, Darjeeling
