Poems from shashank.v.rao.1

I reach for the canister of ash And take my thumb and smear it On my neck, like a holy gash.   I wear my thread every day. I don't...
Listen now, youngest of us. On the edge of ruin, I am wiser And perhaps, you shall be as well.   A crimson silk carpet runs beneath The...
I don't need your anger or your hate. I don't need your rampant misogyny. I don't need any of that. None of us do.   Those people didn't...
The family next door just bought a vase. Venetian glass, they tell us. Very fancy. Took a lot of money and effort to get here.   It looks...
"I speak Kannada." I tell people sometimes. "Do you mean Canada?" they ask. I shake my head, and they laugh.

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