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Brittle bones, knackered backs look where have we been, steaming bickering all within, faltering legs slipping through the streets, this man; would you still greet? Ashen lungs, falling through bruised hands; brimming of stench been home late, lately— this man; would you still put arms around? old shirt pieces, spectacles of destiny uttering broken-frames; for a new sweater weaved into his soul-born. this man, would you call a miser still? Look at those fingers, go across the keyboard— Look at the tubelight light those eyes up all night. this man would you still smile for? For once, let me know— this man, and his tears; would you bear upon your lap?
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Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 1:14 PM UTC
THESE MEN
Brittle bones, knackered backs look where have we been, steaming bickering all within, faltering legs slipping through the streets, this man; would you still greet? Ashen lungs, falling through bruised hands; brimming of stench been home late, lately— this man; would you still put arms around? old shirt pieces, spectacles of destiny uttering broken-frames; for a new sweater weaved into his soul-born. this man, would you call a miser still? Look at those fingers, go across the keyboard— Look at the tubelight light those eyes up all night. this man would you still smile for? For once, let me know— this man, and his tears; would you bear upon your lap?
--dedicated to the men of every family who have smiled after a long day
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lokenathroy
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lokenathroy
20/M/Kolkata
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 1:14 PM UTC
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