photograph © Vijeta Dahiya
They say The world is a stage
And all the men and women merely players
My absence won’t leave a void
Since my parts are dispensable and unlayered
Moreover, not able to do justice
To my part with requisite hypnotic attention,
With a riddle someone asked me
Swimming in my head as a distraction
So if you won’t disapprove
I would slouch in the seat for the audience
Watching the smoke rings
Of my cigarette smiling at the pretense
Of your stage which led
To the saddening riddle - To be or not to be
The question presses too far
Let me just be for some time in my reverie.
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