The Game Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
The Game
Thinking is so much chemical.
The nasty smell of death
Is in boat, earth-pot and river
It is all a game, my being
Your being and the sky-being
A simulation or something
Mother-love remains and not.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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