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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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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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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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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Love sighted through an opening in deep forest
A blur that moves quickly and vanishes
But leaves a lasting impression
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The young umbrellas spinning and twirling
Waterproof; not one drop of uncertainty or chilling depressed downpour gets in
The young and facile dumping externally that which contradicts optimism, energy
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I never dreamed or thought
I would be struggling with the waist line and the bottom line
Half a century behind me
Look of frozen strained happiness sandblasted on my face
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In finding clarity in justice, he saw through your handsome appearance, your well-spoken compliments, your funny stories, your spoiled entitlement
He took note of babied fancies he'd allowed and contributed to and he pushed you from a high place
He finally took serious your lack of scruples and passed the sentence of exile using forever's mouth
He found a role that better suited who you were and gave you a theatre in which you could perform it
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