Adya Poems

The promise of words,
of reason,
explanation,
left unfulfilled,
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I do not know
where is love
it escapes me.
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When the cobra raises its ugly head
there is no escape.
Sharp,
biting with things like teeth,
...

No tear fell,
nor did I cry,
inside
dryness lay,
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I am a slave!
Metre is my master.
Driven by Metaphor.
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The anaconda is so magnificent, so complex,
but it confuses,
constricts,
corrupts.
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He confided, and left,
an implacable confidence,
drifting,
no anchor!
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My rock!

My anchor!
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Passion left shame,
embarrassment,
unforgivably human,
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What of him?
I do not know.
I do not dare to ask.
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