Dhanya M G Biography

On that afternoon,
Stomach expedited hunger waves
No sooner did the brain decode
that I stood inside a hotel in front of the table
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I needed an eraser.
To erase memories which have left me scathe,
To erase people who made a scapegoat of me,
off my mind
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A little baby cute as clay idol,
wriggling in sand like it were a bed.
Dust and dirt paints its body,
As sun shines on,
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The irony is'nt so subtle,
Man is rejoicing not his ability to speak, talk
and express,
but of being the only one capable of articulation.
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I know not why they haunt me
ceaselessly pecking and prodding my back
through the day, through the night
diffusing shades of grey into sublime white.
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