Thursday, September 20, 2007

Knows knows not

When I was a kid I looked at the stars

The thought that struck me was whom were they for?

The moon seemed to me like a jar

To keep dead bunnies for biology hour

Far far away is where the stories are

Once upon a time was when everything was fine

The sisters fought over what was mine

The mirror was where I was not myself

The drawers were where the bums were kept.

Cabbages and brinjals would rot in my mouth

Mathematics was a crazy world of doubt

The teachers were like butterflies and moths

They were pretty sometimes and sometimes not.

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