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Poems
Mar 2017
WHEAT MAN
I see him in the fields
His pretty hair, uncombed
Swimming in the wrought shoots of wheat
His smell travels faster than sun
Of dry grains and weeds, bathed in sweat
Of moist soil, burnt by scarlet sun
His colour, a theater of wheat grains
His face, an album of old trips
Different shapes play in it differently
Drowning in the rain of dust
His brows are tired of tightening
Over and over, poor them
He waves me, while trying to stand
On the leg that always refuses
Almost there, it flexes and he falls
The brows relax, reality is welcomed
He apologizes in a low voice
A god in the lap of golden soil
I see him in his garden
Where on his fine knee
He is on a fine soil, fine smile
Tomatoes playing in his hands
Leaves slipping through his fingers
And this fine son, does all he can
I see him in rains, when on one
He concluded what i should like
A fine man with fine two legs
(But) There is this one man i like,
Who smells of wheat, who has a fine leg
He who ever liked me
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