a strange river snaked within mdantsane
shaking the sky of remembrances
black rain tinged with blood made cesspools
hunger is an imagination
smirking at doors and lost streets
tapping at windows long closed
i had thought of you and the river
and our parting forsaking another innocence
an orange moulds the mdantsane sky
thoughts of yet another day.
Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra
great work, Amitabh! i like the way you deliberately drop words from the edge of a line to create silent expressions ....
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