Abel Thundil
Posted on : 21 May 2021
BAMBOO
There was bamboo at school,
Written over by names of loved ones,
Names of no longer loved ones,
Hearts with arrows.
There was bamboo at school,
And I used to sit there alone sometimes
Like the other boys and girls
Who etched in
Names of loved ones,
Names of no longer loved ones,
Hearts with arrows.
There was bamboo at school,
And some boys hid there to smoke cigarettes
And etch the first profane thing that came to mind;
Just words,
Drawings of nudity,
Or both.
Look at the bamboo now and judge them
And you'll always be wrong
About where they are now.
Life's chaotic
And they were too.
Maybe that's why they are where they are.
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Posted on : 21 May 2021
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