Raheel
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Post by Raheel on May 15, 2009 14:22:06 GMT 5
Between him and freedom stand big brawnY hospitaL attendants in their ill fitting uniforms eXuding the sweat and Odour of a rational world...
All daY he sits in his antiseptic whitewashed room deaf to the scrambled noise of transistor radios and the hYsterical laughter of his companions in madness...
During the night he stares at the cracks in the ceiling and the straY moths that circumnaVigate the naked bulbs...
His eYes have hardened intO concrete BUT STILL he dreams that One DaY he will see the dance of the Peacock.
Poet : Unknown
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