WAR
Wet desert sands
And the mirage
In the city
Four walled
Oceans
Of concrete and
Overheated flash bulbs
Under the warm sun.
Screens and curtains
And stars by the beach
Palms and the breeze
Men and Godmen
All delight as
The Opiate torchbearer
Falls in love
With fires
(C) Jatin Gandhi
7 comments:
Fill it up! Very nice!
never knew you were a poet. A nice poet- seemed to be hidden inside the huge body. After reading ur poems one can say encomiums pour in a cascade for your writings.
journalist matlab its me - dinesh akula..
thanda matlab -- coca cola, journalist matlab -- mr akula!
thanda matlab -- coca cola, journalist matlab -- mr akula!
very surreal feel about it ... can see a slo mo montage of these things when you read the lines ... very good!
thank you very much, mr (!) yeats.
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