P.K Freitas Poems

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The Path
Tonight thoughts of you
Keeps haunting my every movement

It is always this or that
When I remember how we use
To walk barefooted on the audio of our inane sentiments

And I wonder...

Did you ever feel my love embedded in the poems
I scribbled on the canvas of your mind?

Will . . .
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Grandma's Dementia
Last Monday, grandma told me in between her gasping for breath that I smell bad
My armpit reeks of lost melody
My general odour is burnt incense laid on a corpse

She bathed me in lemon and lily perfume when I was young so I smiled in hues of blue
To hide the pain her tongue has lashed on my heart

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