Milind Padki Poems

On weekends, punctually at 6.00 pm on Fridays,
Unsupported by a general public groundswell, I unravel.
Wear costumes, go to concerts, I
Die in bed, I jump off bridges. No one
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The vast green sheet glass cuts away the surroundings, the community,
Does not blend well with the glace'-pink stone.
The presence, against the weather, though, is BOLD. They bring
Ready-flowered shrubs in spring, no time to wait (They
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(Whose eggs are broken?
To make an omelet for whom?)

Jagged steel of exploded buildings stabbing the sky, black smoke
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You buy groceries, supplies rather, to keep
The mortal coil together. This can include
Wrap-around sunglasses
To make you look nubile.
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