Ankit Damani


Goals - Poem by Ankit Damani

Three heads
are born.


They grow
with
each death.

Staring,

fixed eyeballs
on the
world.

Two
of them speak

now and then,

Sunflowers on a sword.


They always
break off, leaving
me

bare.

I am real,
normal again,
Whatever
that means.


I am


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2011



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