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In A Tent Village
by Satish Verma
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  You walk on wooden legs 
a lump in breast, though benign 
but kids are abducted from wombs; 
a road map is spread on the dirty mat 
for finding the missing link, 
while a solid-fuel missile was ready 
to be launched 

Scarlet lips for décor, 
unwanted hairs on chin popping out, 
archipelago of hawks in brain: 
the vulnerable, tending their wounds, hiding 
in tunnels of shame; I like black berries 
in sleep, cannot listen my own voice, 
have become blind for my own hands 

Dried stigmas of crocus will color my 
obscene poverty orange-yellow, slum 
rain, no place to sit, old memories are coming back 
I am unstuck from a wheelchair
 
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February 20, 2011
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