by Sabyasachi Dev
Am at the masquerade, folks!!
Under starlit skies and strobe lights,
Marijuana haze and bacchanalia daze,
The dance floors afire …
As iron bodies over corroded spines
Doctor’s coats and hypocrite oaths
And business suits under mystic robes
Shady lives papered by dazzling smiles
Tattooed hearts but roving eyes
Salsa, boogie, jive and free style
But; gyrate clumsily with two left feet
To their own drummer’s beat.
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