Friday, August 27, 2010


Near one T Junction of life
I stopped for a while
To know where to go
Towards a sea shore
Or to one place where people
Gather to suffocate
Conscience in plastic bags
Non biodegradable
Where like in markets
People gather to sell
Hearts in glass boxes
As display items
Where my mind was in
Intensive cold unit
and when people negotiated
life on barters
in T junction
I heard sea like in one whisper
Like in one sea shell
Very close to my heart

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