Thursday, May 1, 2014


I break my ribs
And make a cage.
You can fly around it.

I rub my palm
And make a polished canvas.
You can draw your own lines of liberty,there.

I filter my reddishness from the eye
And create a red flower.
You can keep it on your tress of hair.

I squeeze my outer skin
And keep it under the sun,to dry,to lose the lust.
You can embrace it with all your gentle love.

I shave my thorny moustache and beard
And make a plough land.
You can work without any wounds,there.

I will become a girl
You can live with me,now!

-kajooru sathish.

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