and he met his in the form of forty kiloes of flesh and blood
that made up a village girl of sixteen.
At seventeen, she turned a gypsy.
She rolled her liberty into a triple joint and blew
Concentric circles of smoke
At his bearded face.
The smoke lingered in the homestead
and he coughed and spluttered ,
He , in his armchair in the verandah…………….
This work by Rakesh R is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
hey i remember those lines "She rolled....face"..that's a piece of ur favourite,if i'm not mistaken :)
ReplyDeletethose are just good lines..:)
ReplyDeleteyup..i agree da...
ReplyDeletehigh emotion produce the best lines i suppose :)
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