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Jan 31, 2010
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Existence
Hectic search in the mind's poet
Dicker hearts, yea, heart for heart,
The boys came, smile in red cheeks,
Gloom in mind, reluctant heart repels,
She came all smiles, love she wants,
Underneath her heart rock-like cruelty,
Life's boat swirl. No oar to row
She likes raisins and cashews,
She plants all kinds of vegetables,
She stirs her mind, sprinkles heart,
She carves her love scoops and serve
She loved her invalid huss, like cheese,
But now her huss is sour, pungent,
She loves to plant cucumber, pumpkin,
Her sons aid her. Daddy is chilli
The boys say. Daddy is bitter dough
Unpalatable, invalid and useless,
I tell: "Macerate the heart, callous"
They refuse. They love plants better.
Better than the unwanted man,
A taboo to love--unwanted love,
The man cries: "My darling hates,
My boys discard. Let me swirl
In the boat afloat in sins,"
They prefer strong mind, muscular body,
All they want, he lacks.
Alone, alone he wails,
Existence in peril.
Dicker hearts, yea, heart for heart,
The boys came, smile in red cheeks,
Gloom in mind, reluctant heart repels,
She came all smiles, love she wants,
Underneath her heart rock-like cruelty,
Life's boat swirl. No oar to row
She likes raisins and cashews,
She plants all kinds of vegetables,
She stirs her mind, sprinkles heart,
She carves her love scoops and serve
She loved her invalid huss, like cheese,
But now her huss is sour, pungent,
She loves to plant cucumber, pumpkin,
Her sons aid her. Daddy is chilli
The boys say. Daddy is bitter dough
Unpalatable, invalid and useless,
I tell: "Macerate the heart, callous"
They refuse. They love plants better.
Better than the unwanted man,
A taboo to love--unwanted love,
The man cries: "My darling hates,
My boys discard. Let me swirl
In the boat afloat in sins,"
They prefer strong mind, muscular body,
All they want, he lacks.
Alone, alone he wails,
Existence in peril.
— U K Atiyodi, Jan 31, 2010
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