these thickset days
are fizzling down
quick, especially
in the night air
the eyes bespeak
atrocities , unspeakable
the sound of leaves
whizzing through the thick
morning air, leafing
pages in weighty scriptures
ambivalent answers to
disjointed questions, unasked
celluloid horror
of a twelveyear-old girl
lying spreadeagled, shrieking
you lie spreadeagled in
the Mumbai-Hyderabad overnight
Volvo sleeperette ,re-living
what all are the horrors
in the suburban train
three living-dead humans
watching a twelveyear-old
dying of love.
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