Tiku akp - This summer

The summer has cast its spell,
As a demure man looking at
Many stitches in his pants;
Snow has left the peaks for
The matured plain to be flat
And mobile as an unwed girl's
Late night dream; pipes of dry
Leaves roll on fronds to check
Trussed birds from bleeding;
Cakes of cow dung leave many
A moon on the distended walls;
Years get squeezed in waxed eyes,
As virginity jumps into bowls
Of white porcelain and stays lazy;
Flanked by arms with bangles
Her innocence falls silent;
The crows have stopped flapping
Their wings in the noon when wisp of
A stray cloud brings the dirge,
From a remote graveyard sleeping
At the grassy lap of a sullen hill.

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