No Poetry inside My Chest

searching poetry along childhood’s creek

chest was scratched by pastlife pride

shore painted the ocean on its walls

poet was amazed by his own glow

i remained smiling, poet blushed

my chest, cropped by misfortune

poet stole the wallpainting

then captured it inside his poem

in my mind poet wandered

strolling along rivers and valleys

i was cast ashore

poet vomitted, drunk of nira

hence i went home to mother’s hold

poet angered in doubt

2003

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