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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Body Talk

Hello guys
I simply couldn't stay without sharing this poem with you. Though this is only stanza 1,  the lines run with love.

Body of a rickshaw-puller

sweating gold through labour

moon-shine glisten of sweat streaming down

like prayed-for summer rain.

Chest heaving, mouth gasping

proud of the wrenched -out breath.


No one dares to call you a human quadruped, my brother

for my love has reached your heart

and in you I have discovered the language behind my lines.

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