Sachin Ketkar Poems

To tell you the truth
I am infuriated
By all this fuss
About this wench, this skin
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Icy green blood
From the carnage of multitudinous
Trees, innocuous and mute
On my bare naked hands
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I don't have a body
I am the body
I don't have a soul
I am the soul
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Senility makes
Blackout drift
In front of your eyes
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Today in these shattered ruins
We'll hear the pale dithyrambs
Of the vanished bards
Reverberate for the vampire bats
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In silence the faded pink domes
Share loneliness
With the evening gray and sad
Darkening walls
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I need no more
those desert words
those eroded rocks
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Invisible termite of the mind
Spreads all over the computer screen in front of you
The palms turn into the white mice
And disappear into the holes
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I,
A one timefat green perfumed cake of soap
Spend the rest of my life
As a mere lucent film
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On a murky corrupted afternoon
As the harsh rains hurt
The sparrow wings of time
Hiding in the tired wet boughs of an unknown tree
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