rupam baoni, lyrical abstraction
watercolour inks on paper
11.7 X 16.5 inches

you’ve hankered after
these red-roofs in passing; you’ve
watched suns splash the walls

a million, you’ve
cited ours in the liberest-
perfectus, sung

the dozen odes to
my name; let me bring you through
these doors here today:

yes, I coffee mornings,
noons I fade to orange, dusks
pale by the hour

and nights I bed with shadows
the same way you do too

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