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Room at the Top
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I awakened to butterscotch sunshine, pouring through my window;
And I lay there for some moments, feeling the balmy wind blow.

I would have basked in it longer, save for a job that I enjoyed;
And being late was the one thing, I'd always attempted to avoid.

I had a very nice apartment, inside a quaint but modest highrise;
And it had fantastic views, of translucent lake and cobalt skies!

In the forenoon I drove to work, in my crimson sleek automobile,

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Railway Platform
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

First, fast and fittest
Countless sperms crawl in the ovum
Of the pregnant platform;
They carry the large baggage
Of their responsibility
Trying to come into the crowded pits
Of chugging bogies
Or gliding out of suffocating air
To live alive, survive and stay proven
The first, the fast and the fittest.

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Mass Exodus: Back and Forth
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

Millions of legs, tight and stout, step out
Of their weak doorsteps
With their empty but mighty hands;
They never shirk working anywhere,
In any way, or so many ways
In any circumstances
Melting even Dallol, the hottest
With their cool-mindedness
Or heating even Oymyakon, the coldest
With their hot blood.

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Railway Platform
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

First, fast and fittest
Countless sperms crawl in the ovum
Of the pregnant platform;
They carry the large baggage
Of their responsibility
Trying to come into the crowded pits
Of chugging bogies
Or gliding out of suffocating air
To live alive, survive and stay proven
The first, the fast and the fittest.

......

Continue reading
Mass Exodus: Back and Forth
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

Millions of legs, tight and stout, step out
Of their weak doorsteps
With their empty but mighty hands;
They never shirk working anywhere,
In any way, or so many ways
In any circumstances
Melting even Dallol, the hottest
With their cool-mindedness
Or heating even Oymyakon, the coldest
With their hot blood.

......

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Room at the Top
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I awakened to butterscotch sunshine, pouring through my window;
And I lay there for some moments, feeling the balmy wind blow.

I would have basked in it longer, save for a job that I enjoyed;
And being late was the one thing, I'd always attempted to avoid.

I had a very nice apartment, inside a quaint but modest highrise;
And it had fantastic views, of translucent lake and cobalt skies!

In the forenoon I drove to work, in my crimson sleek automobile,

......

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