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Aarushi Prasad, Raw Mangoes of the Graveyard
from Airport Road 14
Raw Mangoes of the Graveyard
Aarushi Prasad
nourished by the decadent remains of men who dreamt and loved plump green symbols of adverse fortune outlawed from being touched
the mango tree stood ashamed testament to tears and torment as corpses shrouded in bureaucratic failure piled and obscenely decorated the streets of a once secularly fragrant Delhi
scantily dressed morticians PPE’s being three-lettered figments of imagination overwrote in their already brimming record books Body 142, unclaimed
cameras flashed during the burial slashing the hymens of dignity fashionable front pages of magazines milked from the labor of slaughtered beings.
it is but a banal man, in pursuit of his incessant political gluttony willing to lynch dissidents, willing to crush bones O! Who will bear the fruits of his acts?
