Sunday, 2 July 2017

The heart of bones


Immune to hunger,
Lifeless, still eternal.
The boy run on temporal syntax.

Apathy innards,
Tufted thin skin,
My mind screams for his delight.

A heart beaten by hunger,
Barefoot, enough did he roam.
Tea lunches the belly of his mind.

- Rahul Srivastava



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