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His World | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Crossing the road, blind,
the crutch does not help
he fumbles, as criss-crossing
policemen furiously whistle.
Everything comes to a standstill. His world. Car drivers glare. He
peers through his telescopic dark glasses at the world.
Stupid, leering.



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