Here,
Take this knife
Sever my arms
Gorge out my eyes
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The dismembered day lay soaked in its own blood
The jungle knows only one truth; silence
For heaven’s sake, please shut up
Your incoherent ramblings only hurt my ears …
...
Corner her in a narrow lane
Slice open her bulging belly
Fish out the unborn
And wave it on the tip of a sword
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A cynical vision draped in moon beam
Stand frozen like a lover-ghost in the sad faced shadow of the banyan tree
At the first streak of morning light, she would leave …
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Every year
When the trees turn yellow
I walk to the ground
Where they hold the annual book fair
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Last night
I picked up a poem
From the river of blood
And let it bask in the sun for a while
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Mother would never let me out of sight
If I tried to run away
She would pull back the umbilical cord with a jerk
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The disfigured dream digs deep into the night
Layer upon layer of limpet terror
As the crude city lives on snatches a breath
I crouch like a crab under the comfort of a nightmare…
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First you see
Then you look
Only a tiny second stands
Between you and the beasts of the bus
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