Saturday, October 6, 2012

resurrected remorse of a half dead beggar poet

his sense of service .. his precision his timing.. is humanly computerized

if i think of a good man - i immediately think of the dabbawala

bye bye sweet bandra of sandra

god made man ...man made god ..

the trembling door got fed up playing the whore .. she weeps he snores

man is a poem incomplete .. death after he has read it will delete

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