Friday, July 20, 2012

My Antim Sanskar



my
last wish
burnt
on a pyre
as she
lights
the fire
testicular
fortitude
caught
in her
pliers
a beggar
poet
on hire
a weather
cock
sitting
on the
steeple
of her spire
deleted
doomed
timed out
time to
retire
ashes
to ashes
dust to dust
nothing left
to aspire
seminal
sorrow
poems
i sired

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