Raj Dronamraju Poems

I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss
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The hand of friendship was offered
The hand of friendship was slapped away
The trajectory of the spurned
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We are the goldfish in the bowl
We are known as Mr. and Mrs. Goldfish
I don't mind this transparency, a benign surveillance
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She is the queen of the replacements
Her people await further orders in a large open-air building
A former factory - old and gray and damp, it looks like the 1950's
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Love sighted through an opening in deep forest
A blur that moves quickly and vanishes
But leaves a lasting impression
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If obnoxiousness is art consider this your exhibition gallery
Different stages of difficult behavior hang on the walls
"Don't touch" but some illiterate fool usually ends up doing just that
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Have you ever heard Saturday morning radio?
Is the radio programming different on Saturday morning compared to weekdays?

She dreads small talk and making his lunch
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The team works together on projects but they are not interchangeable
Each does their one specific task in order like the different pilots on the old Thunderbirds TV show
With their different rockets taking off at different times from different spots from their secret base
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It gets harder every day to tell the difference between a Star of David and a Swastika
Between Warsaw ghettos and Gaza ghettos
Between Nazis machine gunning women and children and Zionists machine gunning women and children
Between Guernica and Operations Protective Edge, Cast Lead, Lebanon, and others
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I wish you loved me the way I wanted to be loved
And I wish you had my best interests at heart
Not as maintenance of living
Not as dancing with dollar signs in your eyes
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