Palas Kumar Ray - Conversion

Be careful, when you deal with me.
Things are not at all happening
the way they should, they would.

A converting machine is working
somewhere! A force pulling
everything in its stomach twirling.
As if, finding more meanings
except one it means, is its only job.

I am afraid, really afraid
things will never be the same again.

I am afraid, you'll soon
dislike this person who cannot say
yes to your yes
and no to no, anymore.

Friends, I am afraid, I'll
lose you more who are already lost.






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Palas Kumar Ray

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