// cadaver//

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// cadaver//

I heard a story 
Once
A man used to carry his own dead body
During the day 
until night 
telling him lies.
And drops him on the bad
till morning.


One day 
the man died.


and the family suffered
from his dead body.

The man is but a bundle of stories
.




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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

abhash0’s Poems (41)

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// manifestation // 0
//Let’s love// 0
Dream 0
a sound 0
// Signature// 0
//No more// 0
// forever// 0
//She// 0
//Crawl// 0
//The old man// 0
//The Last song// 0
//friend// 0
//Bracket// 0
// Mask2// 0
//..shadow-3/
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// Mask-3// 0
//Beyond// 0
//Monsoon// 0
//Shadow –II// 0
// cadaver// 0
//Identity// 0
// leaf // 0
//breath// 0
//A song// 0
// ma // 0
//Death// 0
//CRY// 1
//Truth// 1
//Room// 0
//Words// 0
//Shoes// 0
//An Envelope// 0
//Friend// 0
Cylinder 0
//face// 0
//Plateau// 0
//Night// 0
// Memory// 1
//Stories// 0
Reflection 0
Victory 2