The fruit
The kite you are flying in the back-
Twilight moon is looking at a glance
For a long time, removing the bird’s chest from the arrow, who spread blood on the horizon?
In this enlightened tale sleeping is questionable.
The oven is black with smoke.
Dead children appear in dreams.
Mother’s jug is overflowing with water.
Dewa fruit falls in the yard
Does the fruit can remember the memories of its stem-detachment?
Society
Like any noon
From the either side
I look at you, mother.
This is the society of ever snake
Like the crushed sun
Looking to the river water rises;
From the front when the clouds come, any of us are very much intrested to talk about the personality of the city. In the country like any evening fall, the high color light surrounds the daily news, more light flashes in front of the town club, as like the upper caste.
There are the silent porches there
Dictatorship clicks from a far
I still walk with the sound of magic
Crossing the road.
State
There is no outcome in crowding here
All the red ants has gone engulfing the shadows.
The river erosion is in the middle, having the school rooms within his chest fall down at a glance.
Migraine persists on the left of the head
On the right where was the shaded tent that also went to the occupier’s greeds.
There is no point in lying
We repeatedly took our heart out;
and explaining the situations
Put it back in the chest;
The sun has embraced the state
The blood is drying up all injuries!
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