Sunil Vernekar Poems

The brown smog mixed in blue white sky,
the last day before the last dies.

She spoke in curves, her black lashes opened and fell,
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Rinsed blue and black, water runs clear, rocks small and
large.
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In the chalky undertow,
of the cloudy ocean beach.
In the center of the worthwhile speech
She sent a letter to a friend
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Automated meditated sanitized and reprobated...
Cancer was the last of the righteous
Catalonian reprobate.
I killed a fly. The fly killed me.
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Rest. Sandwich. Rest.
Look at you, you seem to be rising
Just a bit.
I look at you. My eyes have affection.
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Restitution in blood. Quite crimson desiccation.
Quiet crimson dedication.
Hello this voice said. Saraihi showed me hands of her.
'Oh' they are bleeding. Why was she smiling?
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