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C. P. Surendran
Milk Still Boils
Milk Still Boils
Milk Still Boils
He lies in bed, one handThrown across his eyes.
This, he figures, is more like it.
He no longer thinks about her,
Or him. Just them.
And the postures they struck
Just before the milkman came.
In a minute he will be up
To put the milk on the boil
And no one the wiser.
© 1999, C. P. Surendran
From: Posthumous Poems
Publisher: Penguin Books India, New Delhi
From: Posthumous Poems
Publisher: Penguin Books India, New Delhi
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Milk Still Boils
He lies in bed, one handThrown across his eyes.
This, he figures, is more like it.
He no longer thinks about her,
Or him. Just them.
And the postures they struck
Just before the milkman came.
In a minute he will be up
To put the milk on the boil
And no one the wiser.
From: Posthumous Poems
Milk Still Boils
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