Go To Hell-1947 Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

The great which dwell here know to use the traits which they carry
the revolution which began comes to an end, the boon of difference
i caught the ancient mariner in the eye.ice here, ice there.
i am a child, the length of emotions for the supernatural
a contemporary character of repetition, a fascination of words
the reputation as high, a satiristic knowledge which speaks
the achievements held to be the supreme, an important virtual warning.

the old man gave a bow that of which i cannot understand, a world war
a note of alcohol in the mouth.the drugs of modern english.

a source of inspiration, the contribution.
i washed the utensils, hang them immediately
the remaining, the soldier no use.
i lay asleep, here and there.

a difference therefore; a consequence different
is possible that object may be
i had umpteenth breakfast
December, June, January and thirty days i had thee.