Poem

What are you, twelve years old?

The smell of cherry blossom perfume
and dreams

So many things I wanted to ask you

In twenty-thirteen,
we knew not our own faces but
pop sarcopha-guise

factory priests pressed
Christ-crackers into small hands,
soon balled in hell-fear

in “the world,”

Enter the Wonderful World of a deluded boy committing 'Pokey Bum Wank'.

Though you have been
A fair wind

You took me by storm
Broke my resistance

not to touch the earth

What boredom this life is!
Well then, shall we seal
it with a kiss?
No? Why desist thou
with tracings, touches?
Is not congress bliss?
And why dost thout hiss?

All statues will fall....

taking the fun
out of skidding on loose
rock

Nothing just one yet ours lives on

Oh pain

fast or slow, what will save you?

A novice inference
P K Routray

Peace medal initiated by Alfred Nobel
on the earth, for peace only to prevail
a symbol for fraternity in the world to grow

Nanny had unwrapped
The christening gown
Handed down through

We sat becalmed on the cold ocean
I wished to see the waters move

love is a game

love is a game

The world’s smallest basket lies tucked away
Inside a jar for field-trip wide open
Eyes of wonder to chew on, settled in
The drooling smiles of truant minds like most