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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Love sighted through an opening in deep forest
A blur that moves quickly and vanishes
But leaves a lasting impression
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My father in law
Barely missed the last just war
But saw the severed heads of prisoners of war
The Japanese displayed them
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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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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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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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Your tower block looks like a pet shop dystopia
In your apartment is you and an animal wearing clothes
You smell of limited resolve and misdirected frustration
I would not make fun of your frustration
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Maybe I asked too much
Maybe I expected you to behave in a way that fit the world we live in
Without taking into account that you were not really part of the world we live in
Your world exists but not here and not now
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