In my own unique overview
that spans out from the kitchen
and splays out on the grass to die like a poisoned rat,
i'd say
i love the freedom of others
more than i love mine
So at the other end of my imagination
when i'm trapped
Banking on film strips from years before
Real air tight memories,half brothers
Neat dresses and perfectly horizontal smiles
pull me out and we'll end this right here....
This poem should be engraved on the edge of a knife.
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Anupam K.
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