I am toiling against the wind
Of crooked chins and open arms.
Tell me another way...
Tell me what it takes to be the
Whale in a pond of seasons,
And lust of fruits...
My hiding is wet in the
Monsoon breeze,
But the metal hut shrieks in
The calmness of my threaded dreams...
O Mommy I want to go home,
Where barbies talked of mirrors
And colors,
And words were all the same to me...
I am walking towards...
I am running behind...
One drop...
Just one...
In this desert night.
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