A moon-lit day
End of Fall
The Sun an unseen presence
Far down south-west
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It hung in a corner of the living room
The worn-out punching bag
Wrinkled all over its leathery shine
Shuddering every time someone opened the door
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The dilapidated atheist sat
Self-proclaimed rationalist
Fondling his smoky beard
Eyes myopic, looks haggard
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City of contrasts and perspectives
as the guide describes,
one is baffled where to begin:
Eiffel's rusty looks scaling into evanescent skies
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The scope went down the food pipe
Lighting its contracting walls
Down to a frothing stomach
Where they scratched out
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He made man in His image
The Book said
Man defined life
To his liking
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God granted me last night
Special super-fine eyesight
That excelled the range
Of the best electron microscope
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There was a grand-father tamarind tree
In front of my ancestral home
Pointing a bare finger into the sky
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Sitting in a dilapidated shoddy bar
Looking through the window
There was a train slowly moving westward
In slow motion
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A banner in a remote village of Kerala
Greets the worthy son of Maharashtra
Fluttering in the mountain breeze
His smile excels the morning sunshine
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