HER INFERTILE FIELD

In her age of flowering: She saw her petals glow Under blissful drizzle of rain She saw well, rainbow and rays Some day, when age is age: Her beauty might link beauties. Under a shade, near her weary roots; She stood, staring at shrivelled faith And greeny leaves of hope...

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HUNGRY CHILD

He lies on the ground Scorched by the Sun Sucking at his dry tongue, Pinching the sores that had almost dried A swarm of flies crowd around his face Licking the dried mango juice on his lips Too weak to wave a hand He wishes one fly would fall into...

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THEY ARE STREET BOYS

I’m from a city Where we live dirty Each one of us sighs Screams and cries With our fears, doubts Weak and weary minds Begging, buying and borrowing love That makes us stop to apply Since erstwhile applications got no reply We learn to withdraw to our nest, Likes birds...

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THEN WILL MY PEN CEASE

With my feather and inkwell I’ll express my state of mind On my scrolls I’ll pen my bitterness towards mankind Until respect and tolerance is shown to womankind Ne’er will my feather wither, ne’er will my ink cease Until that cruel man stops being a dictator And to her, he’s...

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THE SCAR

These scars I earned On the night your father Pounced on me in drunken stupor Because my food pleased not his tongue Many a night, I’ve neared the cliffs of death My beauty vanished by the magic of beatings For I was but a drum happily beaten Forced to make...

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I HAVE A CHOICE

Look me in the face, a little closely I hope you notice the fading scars Yes my wounds are healing gradually I could have run off in a heartbeat When hell splashed its magma and lava My limbs were too weak To carry me far from my worries If I...

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SPURTING SPREE

A blood-filled surge prompts a spew, but odd timings saw all down her fleshy drain and I resumed with banged efforts and permutations and more squirting of pulsating jets, but no news to whisper, oh, no tidings! * * * * Holding back blames, we saw through ourselves against the...

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COLD

Connecticut, You smell blood! Round on rounds, Your bullets betrayed Future’s heart! I saw them silently soaring to heaven, Haven tastes of undeserved death! Oh! Our hearts are broken! Connecticut! Peace for grave, Unfulfilled revelation, Wasted purpose, Dreams blurred to memory! Tears! Tears!! The future suffers the sin of today....

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THE VAMPIRE OF CONNECTICUT

There he goes, the vampire, His heart o’erflows with evil ire; His sabre-teeth, sharp as a knife, Calls for blood, and he seeks to take a life! There he goes, the beast of Connecticut, In his hands the slayer’s tool. He puffs and lurks, ready to cut Innocent children in...

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