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Sunday, 28 November 2010

The Shame

We say
that we are lonely
and so we write poetry.


We say
that we are artists
and so we write poetry.


Aren’t we deluding ourselves?

Aren’t we poets
because we are
ashamed
to go in front of them
with our ugly faces?


Aren’t we poets
because we are
ashamed
to be with them
amidst their ugly faces?

Posted by Rajeesh at 04:51
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