Rahul Aithal Poems

On a roadside cafe the hunter sits,
the deep eyes skate over the bustling crowd
in search of the hunt that often outwits,
teasing the patience of the hunter abound.
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Tweeter-ee tweeter-ee tweet
chirped the blue birdie,
I want something to eat,
I am so hungry.
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On an island
stranded alone,
restless I rant,
where is home?
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Do you remember me Mr. Malone?
I am your little Amy, now grown.
I lived two blocks down, when I was young,
and loved the sound and the roll of your drum.
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Swollen cheeks,
blood-red eyes,
heart bleeds,
the head dies.
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Every night she stands by the window,
peeping inside and whispering low,
Watching me with eyes, deep and green,
which have haunted me even in my dream.
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