September 18th, 2009

Scrumpy’s Distress

Posted in Kunal Goel, Poems by Kunal Goel

And something,
And then you don’t talk.
And life dries up,
And there’s no moisture for my soul.
I need to redeem myself,
Held tight, and talked to.
I need some warmth, some comfort and water,
I feel powerless against the abbreviations of my name.

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