TRAJECTORY
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Manas Bakshi (India)
Smelling asphodel
In the fleshy parts
Of a tempting teenager,
Her first night customer exclaims:
"I need whisky no more
To sink as a crazy insect
In your dreamy eyes".
Long back
She had cherished in her mind
A rosy picture of life;
Colours she needed
To draw it fine
Soon vanished---
Her creative urge too cringed
Confronting the scaring strokes
At some perversive nights!
It was left half-finished---
Will she now contemplate
Another portrait outlined afresh
Knowing for certain
From the infernal whorehouse
She has no way to escape!
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