Radio child

As everyone knows ,everyone has inside cliches and closely working with them, in beauty routine.Every child knows to keep company with the old.Those are little things one has kept in old drawers.

Every tea cup is inside cliche, qualifies for poem.Especially if there is no tea,drunk before poem.Green leaves are no dregs forming strange birds.Dregs are Darjeeling tea residues left after train.Train is what reaches the edge into a sky of tea.

Dregs are left if a retard climbs lover’s deathbed ,a lover who was a sweet tossing shoes in the air,in a romance like last night’s withered jasmines left as dregs on beauty hair’s smelling on pillow.Sweets are cliches in teeth,smell clarified butter.But shoes in air are strange birds since classified and found in the fossil society’s rare bird archives.

(Referring to a Bollywood film titled Barfi)


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