Ajay Sawant
A Family Clause With the flock of her desolated hair, I have always loved June Her firm eyes, timely wrinkles frustration loneliness, a deficit childhood, early misfortune of father’s testaments, solitude & a Caucasian humour “My Taco Bell is too fiery!” speaks when mine is not Let me say it differently I have always loved tanned lips and accidentally escaped lab rats uncertain of their cause The alphabets on gravestones filled over the course of time vanished overlooked seldom flowered I stand there, the stag stuck in words, ‘Ivory’, they say— a stag nibbled ivory June remains— a still rock withered under mother’s absence, keeping with a blithesome
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