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Thursday, 6 October 2011

The Heat

Even in this night
the street is simmering.
Perhaps it has been like this since
streets were formed.

Beside the street
having no eyes to shut
the footpath struggles to feign sleep.

And both of them
are one in an uncomfortable embrace.

Between them runs
the sewage carrying
menstrual blood.

The street and the footpath
will lie like that
sweating from fever
dreading the morning.

Posted by Rajeesh at 23:25
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