Ajay Sawant Poems

Blood thickened stain
Clogging the slitted throat
A leak within the fatty blabber
Shaping my eyes to crystals
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Sparrows with brackish backs
On a hot, hot afternoon hop
stringently in sun pecking grains,
The Lu sweeps the grass to brown,
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The rain has fallen for the last time, I am piling blithesome
the lavas will burn and I will cut, fall out
of the path, the juggler for concluding time, or this moment
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