My Poems

This page contains my poems. A poem is more than mere words.Writing a poem is a mystic experience taking the poet into an unknown realm within him.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

SPIT ANALYSIS

Khaaaaaa thooooooooo,
Waaaak thoooooooo,
Lands the slush
Rich red from satisfied hearts,
Pepper minted with corporate wrath,
Tainted with youthful blood and tar,
Bearing pains of the outcast,
Spit my nation Spit.
We are spitting on our face,
Floating on it,
Calling it a unity,
In Diversity!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by Karthik Sankar at 4:06 AM

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