i cant name that pain
when i see a human foraging food
beneath a large hoarding of a restaurant
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Not everything I can make into a poem
like the sky just after rain
her embroidered smile its minutest hem
in her shade of cornea a grain of pain!
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They come to haunt on an evening as this
when thunders roar fall endless rains
windowpanes moan in frosted kiss
awaken within long lost pains!
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In the wispy glow of dusk
he came
mazing through years of husk
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Quite a child
she makes me one
mind windward wild
flies gazelle run!
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When lengthens the night’s shadow, on the street the dogs bark
The barn owl strums an eerie tune, from pipal ghosts disembark
I sink in the blanket deep, in its dark secured hollow
Can their eyes still see me, can me still they follow?
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On the mangrove bank of the tidal river
lie embedded the mollusks,
they appear mournfully motionless,
deceiving you to believe
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As I reach there my fingers itch for a click
The lens in hope zooms but soon turns sick
My disappointed mind depressingly broods
Where have gone Frost’s dark deep woods!
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The only prayer on his lip
When awake and in sleep
‘God, I always praise your grace,
Just for once show me your face’.
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Two walks at the park
Leisure strolls on her ground
Watching squirrels on tree bark
Before I turn homebound.
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