Saturday, July 17, 2010

72

The more
I sleep
on my
wretched bed
the more
I become
a stone...
grass creeps
a little yellow now,
where marrow
once filled
my bones...

I could
grow roots
in Tapti,72...




Anirban Kapil Baishya (18/7/2010)
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