The drumstick hangs <br />the calf pushes its head <br />into the fence <br />the bleeding scratch runs. <br /> <br />The torso of the policeman; naxals cut <br />spits blood <br />I sit apathetic like <br />the Autumnal air. <br />Keshadurapal; Odisha; India; 09938175100<br /><br />Golaka behari Acharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apathy-31/
