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Skendong

I

they sat in the office.  

a floral tobacco brown coloured room

across a table crammed with papers, 

and an open diary. 

let’s amend this –

precisely at noon.  a darkened sun,

the sky hanging wearily aloft

and he was in high esteem.  

but dearest… the polemic nature

of behaviour noted for a minute;

beautifully written poems, translated 

stanza by stanza, weakened by 

brutal plagiarism; change in words few  

but altogether natural, good.

now the playground rumours weigh

heavy like  a 2o Kilo sack of rice 

balancing on that curly head.  

by such arrangement grappling boys

is forbidden in time set apart

from learning. even if sin is lie,

this assimilation fail calls

for dense love…

II

freezing stares taper the air.

old nails and wrinkled hand tear down

papers pinned to the wall and crumpled 

in that fastidious palm. She hurled them

into the metal bin making a din,

the heart’s blood freezing –

a grandeur…

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