A star fish is sidling
To the privy
The call of wheel chair doesn’t echo through
The wanton thermocol walls of the city
A Terracotta Tot beneath the Bonsai Tree
Moves the pieces of the checker board
Also for the opponent
Like the desert on looks the erupting arms
The zombie eyes keep wavering on
The lust of the circus carnal
Lies frozen like a metal
Casted under the robotic spell
Vis-à-vis with a silhouette bird
Shall be drawn-out, until the earliest echo
போன்சாய் மரமும் டெரகோட்டா குழந்தையும்
Sunday, October 24, 2010
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