OH FUCK

you

The day you came
the children were beyond
the parents command,
as they say.

I cant read your life
in the rings of trees or the pages of books,
what you had to say,
for years, i was
glad

for the words of
my hero's till all at
once, bitterness, joy
or angst
prodded me to
try to say some things on
my own

we

Who but we
would shame the sun
for beaming in our eyes



WE, who are
so blinded
by the glare of our own stars.
Who could'nt see
joy for all the birds
in the sky.

OCCUPATION

When the russians were here,
Every family had just one room,
there were six families in the house.
the attic was insulated with horse hair

TWICE DAILY

and once in a lifetime,
I'll keep on

holding on

नो फुक्कं clue

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