Don't Forget I Can Too Behave Wickedly Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Don't Forget I Can Too Behave Wickedly



Now the dust-coloured time is beyond season
Holding a string of red beads
Why she didn't come?
Now my dry skull has achieved
The retaining capacity of furious night-acid
The day would be burnt to death..

Don't forget I can too behave wickedly

Friday, October 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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