~black Red And Yellow~
On the periphery of life
Let blue jeans wear me to marry with death
Fire will be my gown, ashes shall be my girdle,
Smokes so discerned sprawling
Some will say it was a poetic corpse
wrapped in unknown funerary fetes
My blood will be poured in cask of mimicks
A yawn concealing me in semicolon
All the ravens of Chancery lurking the corner in full stops
Boots and kilt emphasizing my lost treasure
At last the casket to embrace me from the provocateur
No persuasive argument will be my candy
for a keepsake solidarity
A marked plot spewed by shrewd men
An aftermath velvet i would squint over the people
Only to see if the lady in red silk i loved has red roses
My dear Soviet plezhvadya
for the wide-brimmed black hat, red bloody eyes
and yellow mouthful of words oozing out of teeth
Hatred of her carped in end and unend
On nights wall will she write in eloquence
that i worked hard on every part of her test
A success of her prophetship to gallopade
For Germany buccaneered before her epithet
for me in black, red and yellow
And yes-black red and yellow
poem by Amit Ray
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