Working Again Poem by Raj Arumugam

Working Again



What has all this done to me?
Who's left here a dried cadaver now
till next morning
to rise again
a smiling fool only to travel
and live the working day
and a day of various affiliations
to end a dried cadaver again?




(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))

Friday, November 7, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: july,travel
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