Warning Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Warning

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Don't touch
Don't put ‘Kingshuk'-coloured hand
on my palm
I'm fire-ghost,
Famishing hole of thirst,
Vertex of dead rays
Primeval endless night.



Kingshuk..... A kind of tree with red flowers
bloom in the spring season.

Saturday, June 11, 2016
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