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MY LOVE                                                              WHAT SORT OF TIME IS THIS



                                                                                                                  My kisses                                                            What sort of time is this
                                                                                                                  Tattooed on                                                          When someone is sowing the field
                                                                                                                  Your starry eyes                                                     Whereas the crop is claimed by
                                                                                                                  Weeding out
                                                                                                                  The pain                                                             Someone else,
                                                                                                                  The prick of                                                         When someone is carrying the
                                                                                                                  My finger nails                                                      Heavy load of bricks
                                                                                                                  On the wet                                                           Whereas someone else is
                                                                                                                  Sand of the river                                                    Claiming the building,
                                                                                                                  Will sculpt you                                                      When someone is doing
                                                                                                                  My love songs                                                        All the hard work
                                                                                                                                                                                       Whereas someone else is
                                                                                                                  @R.Suresh Babu                                                       Reaping all the benefits.


                                                                                                                                                                                       What sort of time is this
                                                                                                                                                                                       When wolves and hyenas have grabbed
                                                                                                                                                                                       All the torches and lamps
                                                                                                                                                                                       Whereas we are standing unarmed
                                                                                                                                                                                       In pitch darkness.


                                                                                                                                                                                       What sort of time is this
                                                                                                                                                                                       When there is darkness at noon,
                                                                                                                                                                                       When a gnawing din is
                                                                                                                                                                                       Eating into our innards,
                                                                                                                                                                                       When pygmies are casting long shadows
                                                                                                                                                                                       From Ayodhaya to Bamiyan,
                                                                                                                                                                                       From Syria to Afghanistan.


                                                                                                                                                                                       @S. Sushant
                  70  K.C. Sethi & Sunita Sethi                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      SHAPES OF LOVE  71
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