lesser god s children
midnight, sleeping on the footpath
the clear sky, no traffic
summer in the zenith
wind playing with torn clothes
dtowsy eyes, tired childhood
sweating smell, each night
a muscles creeps on the surface
salvia,bites,pain,spit
numerous gift left over
the six feet shadow disappears
the child weeps nights and night
summer passed,changing the climate
one room apartment
now mass shadows-- appearing
leaf has chewed in tender age
the twig-- no more chance
buds finished before the blossom
half burned cigarettes
and broken wine glasses
only hatered,dirty stains
pale face, filty smells are
in my possesion
i have nothing to share
just keep distance.
--S.SANYAL
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