The drumstick hangs
the calf pushes its head
into the fence
the bleeding scratch runs.
The torso of the policeman; naxals cut
spits blood
I sit apathetic like
the Autumnal air.
Keshadurapal; Odisha; India; 09938175100
Golaka behari Acharya
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