13 września 2020
What You Won't Say
Don't spell the deportation.
Mind seems split-
with a maddening feel.
Do you see what I see-
the invisible lines on
my hand, piercing your heart?
Do you hear, what I
hear- the Hum, which has
made you go crazy?
Dying to unspeak, you
hide between the leaves.The
borrowers come like Crab fish,
ugly and demanding.River
bed was drying up.
Black sticks, things not
required- get piling up.In
wheelchair, you push
a crying doll.
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