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I SELL FLESH NO MORE
8th September 2018
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Gone were the days When men swarmed her hut, And passed metamorphic nights. She was a peerless beauty, Tall and stout, and an elusive broad smile Always stuck her. Body shapely and muscular, eyes, large And liquid, Hair long, thick and black, and Men bought gifts night and day. Traces of beauty still she holds, But her old suitors tread her yard no more. At times a few drunken strangers visit her. She then shriek, ‘I sell flesh no more,’ And drive the strangers out, But clients she can’t dissuade thus. So she hung
AN OLD MAN ON A WOODEN BRIDGE
7th July 2018
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An Old Man on a Wooden Bridge An old man sat on an old wooden bridge amid the forest deep Beneath ran a hidden mossy creek, and beyond, The trees were lovely, dark and green, and the grassy path lay virgin. Fish scuttled and dived head high, and the cool black water swirled. The old man with shaking hands and legs trembled Sat there for hours, and admired the awful scene. Twilight and the tinged cloudlets Sailed across the sea blue sky, And a flock of white herons gleamed, and lazily went by. He looked each side,
“KUNJNAGAR”
10th May 2018
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At Kunjanagar beside the potholed street stood I at blazing sunset lone. The orange cloudlets scattered the western horizon. Slowly evening descended, and tiny dew droplets began falling. The birds went home and stopped their songs and fell soon asleep. But a wayward parrot flicked in the air still. Later a full moon bathed the harvested field, and crickets sang incessant, and eyes feasted on fireflies’ dance round the bogs. Frogs croaked, and the clusters of stars hung heavy over me. The silence broken by the occasional barking of the dogs and motorcycles’ whiz. The air was heavy with scent
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