with morning calls
Go away
I await the fall
Mine
And November too
When yellow and reds
Cover the hopes of all
That is a call I would answer
To slip in my bathroom
Hit my head and abruptly die
When you chance upon
Walk carefully if my kitchen,
my haunt
The floor was replaced
And rather skillfully
Move me, sit me up
Carry me,
place me on wood
Maybe beneath the deciduous neem
Detach me from my iron ring
Set me alight
And never call
Go back,
Get my bathroom mopped
Place the ring on my narrow stall
Sprinkle some oil
Spill a burning lamp
Burn my home then
Burn it all
Set me and my land free
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