A cupboardful of gore,
neatly locked away.
Hands fumble with dying breathe,
that thinks it's here to stay.
Blank verse is easy,
but rhyming has its chance.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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In an attempt to explore expression during India's Emergency (1975-1977), this page archives our journey.
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