Lity Munshi

Where's the genius gone
Oh, com'on
He is busy to watch else's wife
Naked during her personal time
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Garden garden
Set is the seven sages
Sway bit, shimmering
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turquoise floating boat
purple valour dreams

topaz blossoming in
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A passing bird
Alarm clock for my day
Reminding my freezer legs
An argument in sleepy dreams
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Standing by basil plant
in gold anklets
overtaken my awareness of
weal and woe
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There's breezy shore
Whispering in between pages
Of air and ground
Round railway track and
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I can be tiny
I can be fairies
Fly among flowers, giving
Company to rabbits
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Unusual me, without me
Without day, without sunrise
Empty, empty, empty
That was supposed to be
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I can write only about
This poem
I can read about what the
Moments write on behalf
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Someone discovered
Down far route of olive avenue
Bitter, sour
Aloof at sideways out of the city
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I like word moron
Than fool
And I'm all
My way out of region
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Night sits next to sleep
Gazing upon tired sky
Wind beats on thin chiffon dusk
Green bought near windowpane
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I have a sun, mightiest
Yellow sweet bell on neck
Misty, array minuet, meek
Gruff muse oblivious, melted
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Blue blue empty, silent space
on long long street in the night
with artificial lights, night makes
combination misty and fine
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Whose boats those are
Whose fishing nets laying on sands
No village I see near
In morn whose the sun in lap of sea
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That's so useful
Sweet dear, a
Flower plant can flaunt
Beauty for sweet
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One cup of coffee
There on table
I'm keeping my hand
On my hand
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Sandy dry mud
Let my feet softened
You, old river, evaporated
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dark outside world
yet one lamp shinning inside
someone's home burning
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Almost all of us, have seen
Edge, yet boldness won
And full stop
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