37) Deoria

These endless fields
In the midst of cold
Of a land with feet stranded
In the middle of civi
Lization and sweet smelling dog
Shit and plastic smelling vapors
Of a burning fire in the
Morning.

These endless fields
And the ghosts in them
The ghost stories of drunk
Farmers and little brats
Surveiling over the lives of dogs on the street
And lives of men on the fields

These endless bus journeys
Through the endless
Reaches of endless fields remind
Me of something I have forgotten and I can’t
Remember for the life of me.

(9:30, 4/01/18)

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