Md. Mofazzal Khan Shuntunu

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Tiny black keys with letters and symbols printed.
Wire attached to the blue CPU
Types my thoughts tirelessly with no salty sweats.

Click Clack Click Clack Click Clack.

When I touch the rubbery plastic keys, I get a
Strange sensation.

As if they are calling me from within the circuits,
They are making me write a poem,
Like Erato connects you and inspires.

O how lucky it is!
It can erase memories with the ‘delete’ key.
It can ‘Escape’, ‘Shift’ shape and
‘Enter’ into a New existence

Click Clack Click Clack Click Clack

The poem’s typed, tears drop and disappear.
So brutally unmoved with my emotions;
It’s the same black, pitiless,
And numb keyboard.

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