I walk down the lonely lane
Anxious and guilty, solemn and awake
Forgotten lies and Shame with red
Drag me back as I step ahead.
Geezers’ chuckle, coal smokes
Shadows of flowers smile at a distance.
Roads – rustling, turning,
slimy as serpents I had dreamt
dark and wild, wag their tongues
Hungry ones, eat my times
Use me up at wee hours
Shaking and panting.
I stand with the smell
Of sweat, semen and the moon.
Love,
Avinash
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