Diptesh Augustine Sarkar


Fancy - Poem by Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

I don't dare
think about centipedes
yet when I do
it feels
that at least one
has got into my left ear
and has made way to
the brain;
Then I must presume
my left fingers as pincers
crooked together close to the ear
in many compulsive pulls
to drag the brute
out.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012



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