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MOLOCH
It’s been long
letters did not arrive
in my name
like time infinite
I packed lunch, tied shoelaces
set out to work
pointing to a bush
on my way, casually saying,
it’s a goldfinch!
Just when I eyed star fruits
in the tropical backyard
a crow ate them up all
Such diligence wavers
my daily dithering
for it’s been really long
Lenin (perhaps) had asked Krupskaya:
do we need kids dear?
The Revolution is our verse
Likewise, it’s been long
I haven’t given birth
my verse has devoured my own.








