Book Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Book

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Laid down on the bed
Kept the Book on breasts
Doves in the mango-grove gloomily coo
Turning pages one after one go through me
At hot summer noon
Although not at all unputdownable
But you...
Do you think? consider?
Ever thought?
I go through you too!

Saturday, June 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: study
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