Whose Hand I Know Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
Whose Hand I Know
A skinny separated hand holding a pen
Implanted on the ground
Infested with maggots
Everybody keeps distance
But a few shining dots
Dancing around
Whose hand I know
The dark night and the ghost and the bogey also know
The hand belongs to a beheaded poet...
Prosody oriented Centripetal force
Makes the sun revolving round the disembodied head
of the poet.
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4/25/2024 10:35:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Amusing poem on poet. Nicely written.
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