In the confessions of Sasmita;
another stroke;
making her love deep and visible;
I see my fraility.
My youth stands in front of me;
an effigy burnt down;
Oh! only the stunt laughs.
The hidden letters of hers
wait for nights like foxes
to come out from the holes
see the world
expose their bare feminine body.
The moment I brave to face them
or be a Sasmita
the whole life shatters. 22-12-2010
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