Raj Dronamraju Poems

I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss
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The hand of friendship was offered
The hand of friendship was slapped away
The trajectory of the spurned
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We are the goldfish in the bowl
We are known as Mr. and Mrs. Goldfish
I don't mind this transparency, a benign surveillance
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She is the queen of the replacements
Her people await further orders in a large open-air building
A former factory - old and gray and damp, it looks like the 1950's
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Have you ever heard Saturday morning radio?
Is the radio programming different on Saturday morning compared to weekdays?

She dreads small talk and making his lunch
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Love sighted through an opening in deep forest
A blur that moves quickly and vanishes
But leaves a lasting impression
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If obnoxiousness is art consider this your exhibition gallery
Different stages of difficult behavior hang on the walls
"Don't touch" but some illiterate fool usually ends up doing just that
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It was a compromise that made no one happy
That satisfied neither of the aggrieved parties
Both sides went home and paced frenziedly and broke dishes and kicked holes in doors and walls
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Today I made a breakthrough
It was not a warm and cuddly breakthrough
Quite the opposite, I built a wall
This reminds me of a game I played as a child
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David talks only of money
Which is why we feel we don't need to see him
He knows a riddle which is too easily answered
Fading pulse of the hammerhead age
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