Whither Do We Go?

Whither Do We Go? short poem

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Silhouettes more real
than bodies degenerating
into the dungeons of secrecy
talking with mustaches seeing
with fingers ignorant of colors
refugees in their own land
bereft of fun stars
peep out during the day
time to see the tangled
twigs half visible
in the messy water growing
into seamless cobwebs everything
with the heated fire coming
to a close under the cover
of laughter with muttered teeth.

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Rajarao Ejiribidi

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