Deepta Protik Osman


When I Were - Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

When I wore a churi
It was like eating khichuri.
When I went to bari
Was catty scary.
When I thought of jutas
Here, a stuff animaled ass.
When I danced with a chul
It’s hot, made it cool.
When I wore many jamas
Ek jan growled: Where’s pajamas.
When I was a chele
Dui kicked on the raiway.
And when I fed a biral
It turned into a bell.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2009



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