Thursday, July 17, 2014

Your sister talking to you idiot

 

 

Whenever the wind blows
You always come up
with your handmade kite
I know little about
aeronautics
It doesn't go and
take a flight
I'm very well aware of you
burying your spin top
You pretend to play with me
hide and seek
I have seen the digging and hiding
through my squint eyes
Sarcasm and tricks
what a geek
Playful and fool around
both knew the majesticity of the tree
Unexpectedly we experienced
The suddenness of
the killing spree
Innocence belongs to us
Evolved youth you as a boy
Your interventions
put you through
Under that tree
next to your toy

Anandprasad

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