Gargi DuttaKundu Poems

A knot clumped unto the throat
mostly speech that is not needed
but yet needs to be told.
Spreading its infectious diameter
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Raised within a breath
Words slithered hot and spicy
In stark apprehensions of ennui
Screaming out rebellion
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There was this husband of a man
Called Mr. Drool Glancing & Looking
He drooled at Julie, drooled at Sheila
And even at the maid who came for cooking
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An expendable little evening
Jaded mildly at the corners
Staring straight into my chasm
Hunting for a zip, zap, or zing
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Being June
the fickle minded drizzly strands of monsoon
moistened with your ideal and real self
of dreams, of ambitions, of endurance
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