Dharma Gill Poems

To salute
The Sikh race
For making their global establishment,
From sand
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She can claw mark
With her fingernails

Her daily menstrual
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Believe it or not, I am your Lord
And I know you are bored
Of me telling you that I am your Lord
I sound like a broken record, stuck in one chord
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Perverse with darkness
Darkness is a pitch-black cloth.
It wraps itself around the soul.
The soul is consumed by it.
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My mind travels
At warp speeds

Through space,
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The mutation starts to solidify me
The concentrated evolution process
Is on the verge of bio-molecular transformation
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A rice ritual sprays the air
In respect to embalm the spirits
Of the dead wrapped in bandages,

Soaked in tears, preserved
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I live on broken glass
That cuts me in pieces
As I breathe.
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His palace is buried beneath the sea of skulls.

The jewels in his crown
are splinters – worn out and worthless.
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A song was heard
from an enlightened spring far away

singing about promises.
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