The Complete Making Of An Unknown Citizen Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

Long narrow vessel, a narrow opening
The appeared volcano mt. Etna
mean and a repeated rattling noise
appreciates the rhythm of knowledge
silently, on the day of November 2
Being earth brown, Golden Bowels of the earth
a yellow brown tree under the letter 'I' and 'A'
He sipped with elongated nose touch
The hot' coffee besides, the water trough
on his blindness, must wait
A second coming, the reverence for 'otherness'
The harmless God, Golden color of the Snake
The sun is hot and brilliant.
The hypnotic poise, a still picture
the black innocent battle
The Etna is smoking, both beautiful.
And i feel thankless to be honored.
If not afraid, The Unknown Citizen.