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This room is empty under the swollen sky,
The moon is harsh and dogs of the night cry,
Sounds, lights, voices guard the violent air,
Every mind is asleep inside the word of a grey hair.
Things bring lifeless image to eye,
The moon is cruel and shouts of the night fry
Fears, wishes, and cries with the heartless air,
Every eye is asleep inside the chorus of a grey hair.
This room is empty under the clouded sky,
The moon is fearsome and streets of the night dry
Blockades, protests, and shortages in the wet air,
Every ear is asleep inside the tune of a grey hair.
Touches and smells feel senseless being,
The moon is light-headed and roads of the night bring
Killing, burning, and stealing in the calm air,
Every nose is asleep inside the rhythm of a grey hair.
This room is empty under the light-fingered sky,
The moon is light-hearted and houses of the night pry
Plans, jobs, and works in the narrow air,
Every tongue is asleep inside the music of a grey hair.
This body is empty under the swollen sky,
The moon is harsh and dogs of the night cry,
Tyrants, scavengers, and parasites guard the violent air,
Every heart is asleep inside the song of a grey hair.
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Arun Budhathoki
I simply love literature. I love to scribble poetry.
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!!! Andrea Arzaba | Dec 6th, 2008
Very deep. Love it.
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