On that windless day <br />Sultriness sat heavily on him, <br />A convecting hollowness <br />Grooved in his chest <br />Spread to the throat <br />He was gasping. <br /> <br />Words echoed inside <br />But couldn’t make their way <br />As he sank into darkness. <br /> <br />Around him <br />Crowd of oblivious men <br />was without a clue. <br /> <br />Remained unheard a garble <br />Speed…dial…2.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-road-21/
