Poems and Poetry

Three Poems by P.K. Deb

Seventeen blank shots
five each for birth and death,
wedding gets seven.

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Wrestling or scuffling
quite intimate dual,
an earthly comfort.

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An accomplishment
grows ten hands in a body
pays to two only.


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