Monday, 23 July 2012

On portions of whole


(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')

Slice
Slice
with
knife;
one
slice
after
another
Onion
instructs
by
layers
made
out of
nice
nothingness.
I
petition 
her and
her consistent
lies
but
by one
 look
she
slices me
to bleed
Inside.
Vaiyavan


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