Meena kandasamy poems about death

Ours is a silence
that waits. Night and day waits.

And then, unable to carry it
any further, it breaks perform wails.
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I am life on
because providing apologies is easy
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Rule for converting a Shudra turn-off a Brahmin
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Coalblack satanic fumes
shroud the blank morose skies
in puffing jet black soot;
few flashy cameras record
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You are possessed.
Witch doctors believe in phantoms,
that encourage your illness. But, driving take devils
can be challenging. Spirits splinter given away—
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When you called me
To put the accent on up your life
I could on no occasion refuse.
But, there are things Unrestrained ask of you.
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and could be we will
almost fall encircle love...
I will look into wreath eyes,
and he into mine—
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The last thing she does
before she gets ready defile die
once more, of violation,
she applies the mascara.
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Amazement understand
why upper caste Gods
and their ‘good-girl’ much-married, father-fucked,
virgin, vegetarian oh-so-pure Goddesses
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