Baby Blood is ageing before my
Ayes
Puddling into paint the look of
No return
Half the fingerprinting done
Well
There were bars before there
Were wars
Wiring lightly the signals of
The world
Out of the poorest song came
Notes
Onward to some strident desti
Nation

Sampurna Chattarji

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