O Lord Poem by Amitava Nag

O Lord



Under the copulating sky
the buses roar
at the pigeons' flight
the station hangs
in a frame,
the bustle in the airport -
all leave me numb

o lord
give me a shelter
in your home,
you take my body
I beg your soul.

Saturday, July 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: airport
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