ONE MORE DAY
Ashok Niyogi
It never comes easy, does it-
The rhetoric?
Now it is mandatory that I speak
To allay the guilt of a labor less day.
One more day when I did not
Participate in life,
When footfalls and football were all the same,
One more day of gray,
One more day about which
I have nothing much to say.
I walked the dogs.
I have constipation,
Little appetite, frugal meals.
Recuperation never comes easy.
I sent an email, some CDs through the courier.
In the evening I step out
To buy milk and cigarettes.
The checks balance out:
I get some and give some.
This is the price I pay
For one more day.
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