SUNRISE

LAST morning i woke up with a wound
by one mirror fragment
broked by a blind man

while my dreams ending
i was with my expired grand ma
she lives with shape less soul

but the soul was burning i turn
my eyes ter
it was red
it was sunris
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ELOPPED

ELOPPED

while my father was murderd
i was in shades of our huge jack fruit tree
that tree was axed fr
his last rites

it was political riot
father was a party man

partys compensation flourish our life again
but flashes r ter
thiis s the ammount fr my fathers meat


moms lips
murmmaring solgans of
fathers martyrdom


i couldnt suffer that logic
i elopped from my home

why my father was a prey
from such a huge group of party
my inferior s working
bcz our from lower cast?

i couldny suffer this kind
logics
we r the capital and profit
so iamm cerying crying
in the ways of elopping.......