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Devina Debnath

Abstract Drama Fantasy

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Devina Debnath

Abstract Drama Fantasy

THE VENDING MACHINE(VM)

THE VENDING MACHINE(VM)

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There stands a Vending machine in this little northern cherry town

And it has seen years of happening.

The fashion store next to it, the discoveries on the streets and the street signs dazzling.

It has encountered misfits, trying to fit in ,losing in the game of luck

And also untouchables, poor on fate, often being called a schmuck.

The VM has witnessed stories of meager earrings of the cabinet maker,

Whose two friends, hammer and nails, ditched him while laboring the next door neighbor.

The VM has seen the neighbour's not so fabricated and textured walls ,their owner barely earning a living.

And through the glass windows it has seen the neighbour's wife kissing.

Kissing the old postman, whose letters were often addressed with the letter D,

And the husband coming home to secrets, barely knowing that they were a family of three.

The VM contemplates whether the wrongs would be done justice to.

Or would they be made like politics in newspapers, and at the end it will be nothing new.

The VM has also seen papers of different kinds, one grocery flyer announcing the sale of grapes.

And 37 torn love letters in the bin, for love is not the sacrifice it takes.

And it has seen higher stakes, with grandmother's recipe on the side

And an futile attempt in fiction, whose writer couldn't provide.

He couldn't provide for his family and cherrytown in a while hasn't seen success.

And obviously the success won't be guaranteed by the wielder than fiction mad scientist .

Oh for years he had dig the soil in front of the VM insearch of something priceless

But not for once the muddy soil yielded any crystal violets. 

And now the VM knows all the laws of potential and kinetic energy, 

But it doesn't know what to tell the beggarly.

The beggars of town, under which comes a crazy cat hoarder,

Who rescued 59 cats in baskets from the pontybridge Harbour.

But not a penny to his name,

Spends his day looking at the VM,

Regrets on what he became,

For he left his job in shame.

Once screamed, "You can't fire me, I quit"

Didn't know he would be subjected to crit,

And with 5 copper pennies in his pocket,

Asked the VM for a candy bar and had lost the last pennies in his socket.

The VM has seen it all, 

from lovers to those who fall.

Who fall all day from ladders reaching to clouds,

and from narrow lanes and synagogue crowds.

From being the favourite in town to being out of order,

it stands with stories and no more candies in his quarters.



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