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Vasant Abaji Dahake

My Burning Chest

On my burning chest I suffer the monsoon’s first showers,
across the film of blood on my eyes a blue light spreads
and in my flesh-marrow-skin the black birds flash
their emerald wings.

MY BURNING CHEST

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My Burning Chest

On my burning chest I suffer the monsoon’s first showers,
across the film of blood on my eyes a blue light spreads
and in my flesh-marrow-skin the black birds flash
their emerald wings.

My Burning Chest

On my burning chest I suffer the monsoon’s first showers,
across the film of blood on my eyes a blue light spreads
and in my flesh-marrow-skin the black birds flash
their emerald wings.
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