Dec 2015
When two black wheels crashed into four
Two legs stretched out behind a silver door
He lay, pinned down on the dusty road
Clawing at her face in vain, he choked.
My conscience asks, "What troubles you more?"
"The mask of anger that she wore?
The circle of people watching the show?"
Two legs stretched out behind a silver door
He lay, pinned down on the dusty road
Clawing at her face in vain, he choked.
My conscience asks, "What troubles you more?"
"The mask of anger that she wore?
The circle of people watching the show?"
palindrome poem #5
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once read, go from bottom to top
(25/M/India)
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