Nachiket Quasar Poems

Nachiket Quasar Poems

1The Asthamatic

Best Poem of Nachiket Quasar

The Asthamatic
Running down on steeps,
going high on a crest
he finds a drill-
too crude in the chest.
Carrying his very being,
pulling his name around a mesh;
when lungs plunge to disgorge the cloister
breathing cuts through his own flesh;
With a pungent wit,
and a rock of will-
he tears his . . .
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