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Frescoes

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Hidden in my skull are the caves where the endless

Reticular frescoes of my awesome childhood unroll.

Those are the spaces where the banyan trees of Vadodara

Vie with the neems and the mango gardens.

They were born ancient like me — those banyans

With their branch-like roots splayed in empty spaces,
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Rajnish Manga 26 April 2018

I feel that the poem does not qualify for the selection for the day. There are hundreds of others to choose from. Just explore.

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Ravi Kopra 26 April 2018

and learnt to finger The of eager and willing little girls A pedophile poet Shame to him and to those who praise this poem! Hidden in my skull are the caves Grossly unpoetic. born ancient like me Vernacular English.

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Edward Kofi Louis 26 April 2018

In my own vat! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 April 2018

Beautiful poem with touching depiction and nice collocation. There is justification for selecting this poem as the poem of the day.

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