The Corpse Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

The Corpse

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Flying sand; wind standstill
The corpse lying on the bight of the river
Stands stepping forward tottering
The starry sky down kissing noisily; fence
Stretching and rolling quiescence
Outlying dimmed hill.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphysical
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