“Simulacrum”
POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
LOVES MANY FACES
IT HAS ITS OWN
APPENDAGE,
DIFFEREFNT COLORS, WITH
DIFFERENT COILS, CALLED
LOVE,
IT IS NOT LOVE, YET LOVE,
FACE AND HANDS AND BODY
IN MOVING DIRECTIONS,
WITH ALL CHALLENGES,
DRIVES IN ALL EMOTIONS,
NIGHT AND DAY NOT YOUR CHOICE,
BUT BOT
A DAY GOES WITHOUT
ANXIETY AND TENSE RIDDEN
MOVE,
THANK GOD . YOU ARE SAF
WITH THIS STRONG WILL,
DESPITE AGE AND TIME
ITS OWN TOL.
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