MOCKER Come, Kick Me, Come and scorn Me, Laugh, Go on Laugh. You're stopping, But why? Go on, Kick me, Again. Oh! Don't worry about Your friends, They hate Me too, You see, You're right And I'm, You see, I'm wrong. S. S. Paddam (4) THE GARDEN Frozen-frozen in time In an unknown dimension. Branches, nude with winter's 'dress, Transparent, yet present They sag ignominously, Their still limbs, Like dead tentacles, Like frozen sectionf of lightning, Are camouflaged by the Uniform shapes, Natural chlorophyll colours String-like attachments Broad, brightening dicotYledons Leaves. I've got No right To hit You back, so Don't worry. Oh! You want Me to hit You Is it? So You can laugh at Me; that's all right then, Go on, Laugh. Frozen-frozen in time In an unknown dimension. Flowers, enhanced by their circumstances, Their faces, sparkling yet absorbing. They laugh appreciatingly, Their slim physique Like dancing marchsticks Like lean hypnotised cobras Are camouflaged by- Plainness, vividness Transparentness, non uniform shapes Blend, yet prominent- Nothing. Anon. Frozen-frozen in time In an unknown dimension. Grass, rude, pointing, accusing Condemning any force, That converts their haughty stature. Like a mental forcefield Like a bed of nails, Their strength is camouflaged by the Clinging dampness. Clear visibility, Transparentness and soother- Dew. 34
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