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On Saturdays…

December 4, 2011

I won’t arise

Till there’s sunshine

Outside my window

Even if it means noon

On blurred winter days


Then, brunch, made by me

Two fried eggs, toast, tea

And some TV


The art class, oil colours

Shared autos, naked children

Playing hopscotch on

The sides of the streets


At one traffic stop

A beggar snatched

My juice box

While I looked at how

The graffiti spilled

‘Fuck this life’

From the walls

Alongside warnings

Do not stick bills


Back home at seven or eight

Order a big dinner for one

Switch on vh1, top ten list

Wash clothes, eat, sleep

After spending hours online

Reading stories of lives

Known and unknown.

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