A Sonnet for a Bachelor

A heap of smelly clothes is in the laundry basket
they are like crabs in an already muddy pond

late night’s Netflix takes a toll though
the sun rises in the ventilator like a patient

the smell of bones of the chicken curry last night
narrates a different saga:
a borrowed, shared and facetious illustration

weekends are sacrosanct always, the landlord
knocks the door for the rent:
the same story as usual quivers

the month ends without any interview

the girl next-door stops sharing smiles
the heart goes to hum some sad ghazal

milkman and grocery guys spit expletives

a good sleep these days a malfeasance
the body of the year indeed looks so tattered.

Pitambar Naik grew up in Odisha in India. He’s an award-winning poet and writer, Associate Editor for Squawk Back and the author of The Anatomy of Solitude (Hawakal Publishers). His work is forthcoming in The World That Belongs To Us (HarperCollins India) and has appeared across 10 countries in Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, Voice and Verse Poetry Magazine, Vayavya, Literary Orphans, Joao-Roque Literary Journal, Mad Swirl, Occulum, Stag Hill Literary Journal, The Mark Literary Review, The Collidescope, Best Indian Poetry, Turnpike Magazine, hākārā and The Oddville Press, among others.

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