Chicken farm

Posted by satyasrinivasg on Friday, 12 April 2013 at 03:15

My eyes
Open as the chick
Shelling out from the embryo
The darkness dissolves in the heart
Like a cocks cukruku  cukruku…
Dawn’s ghosts
Copiously cliché
In the streets
Feeding on the
Flesh of Inner voice
(11-3-13)

1 comments:

Lotus Flower said...

wow! i adore your ability of comparative nature....the intonation and depth so pure....akin to the flesh of that inner voice that devours our souls....

12 April 2013 at 03:44

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