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Poonam Rani Poem
SHE WAKESUP RELENTLESSLY FIXING ALL THE MUDDLE
BEFORE LEAVING FOR THE DAY
THENLATER,WADDLING LIKE A TODDLER HER WAY BACK
TIRELESSLY FULFILLING ALL KEYED IN COMMANDS,
THE MESS WAITING IN THE SINK.
THE BABY UNKEPT.
BEFORE RETIRING TO HER COZY ZONE
AND WAKING UP AGAIN, AGAIN LIKE IN A TIME LOOP
EVENTUALLY MOULDING HERSELF INTO A ROBOTIC INSTRUMENT.
ROBOTS DONT FALL SICK OR NEED A BREAK,
THEY DONT HAVE MOODS OR EMOTIONS.
YES THEY CALL HER IRON LADY FOR A DEFINITE REASON.
HER VEINS ARE COPPER WIRES AND HER BLOOD IS MERCURY
HER SKIN IS ALUMINIUM AND HER EYEBALLS THAT DEFY SLUMBERNESS,
ARE OF PLATINUM, HER HEART OF GOLD AND ORGANS OF ZINC.
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Poonam Rani Poem
HER FEET IS SMOTHERED BY MOSS,
HER ARMS SPROUTING MUSHROOMS,
HER LEAFY FINGERS,
HER IMPOTENT EYES,
HER HAIR HOUSES NESTLINGS,
FROZEN BRAIN WITH REBUFFED THOUGHTS,
FAINT HEARTED,
HER LIPS READ EULOGY OF HER PAST LIFE,
HER NOSTRILS BREATHE DRY ICE,
HER CHEST HOLDS DRIED UP ESSENCE OF LIFE,
SHE STANDS PLANTED IN AN UNIFORMED GARDEN,
WITH THE GARDENER ONLY FOCUSING TO REST UNDER HER SHADE,
BOTHERLESS OF HER WITHERING,
I MEAN THE TREE.
V.POONAM
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