Thursday, 16 May 2013

Cyclone Mahasen, the approaching hope.

Oh Mahasen! 
Would you mind sweeping away the armies
who haunt in the night,
who brought the plight.

Hit them in the head
with your huge drops of water
when they take off their helmets,
those fucked up helmets they wore
to protect their tiny fucked up heads,
while tackling the summer heat,
while avoiding the uniform rules.

Or rather wash away the whole town,
this fucked up dark lonely town,
bereft of electricity, delicacy, accuracy,
adequacy, concurrency, coherency, democracy.....

Anyways, you cant make it worse.


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