//Shadow –II//

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    //Shadow –II//

    Its me
    Somewhere in a corner of the city


    Its me,
    a waster
    one among many
    among the noise
     a silent wastage  

    There might be a curfew in the city,
    there is another,
    In my cerebellum, 

    a massacre 
      of religion
     of hunger
     of drive etc.
    scuffles a palpitating heart 
    into throbbing noisette 
     
    there is enough space for meaningless sounds
      and gargling cries
      of known and unknown

    I would die, then
    another death 
    everyday

     for 
    somebody
    Somewhere.

    The city exhibits an abstract painting tomorrow.



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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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