Raj Arumugam Poems

Now that I am no longer present
what do they say of me there
within that small group within which I was known?
I can see the portly
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Two hundred metres off the Mt Coo-Tha roundabout
I stood on the kerb to cross the road
and ended up watching you - watching us -
as you came on in a merciless
...

we sat at the table
and ate what we needed;
and we spoke of times and life
and the fall of brown leaves scattered
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a new week begins
and the end should be Easter;
instead, it may end bitter
after five days of hope
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Inertia is a beast that
seizes you by the stomach
and keeps you slouched in your couch;
it twists your stomach and your limbs go wobbly
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O how ignorantly
how innocently
I have fallen,
tripped over a wire
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O hunter
butterfly collector
let us be
We got a life
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What would the Ancients say of us
if they could see us now?
Circumstances make a man....
in these times,
...

In the middle
of an uneventful week
with miles of disappointment
and circled in endless space of red brown terrain
...

though the harshness surrounds
and it seems even love is scorned
and though anarchy pervades
of individuals in self-pleasure pursuits
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