Wednesday, June 13, 2012

revolution...

Got the smell of ginger-garlic paste
On the wall of my city...perhaps on your walls...
Graffiti laden with dreams of revolution in haste...

Revolution...
What color does she wear?
Red? green? saffron?
I only find ginger-garlic everywhere...
As if the whole damn thing is cooked...
Revolution are all printed on books!

Revolution...
When it really happened? where?
Earth does it...I think...every year...
I swear!





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