While I question existence
seek purpose and a god
the dog sniffs the trash bin
in howling hunger
and me bowel driven
trudge home from work
find hope in the neon
where the drongo harvests insects
its black wings cast an irrational night
of drunken refuge...
a home a poem and her.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/refuge-30/
