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Jerry Pinto
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Lord of the linear narrative,Show me the point at which I should begin.
Stop me when I have said as much as I should.
Regulate my voice, I boom too much
And my whispers are shrill.
Feed me words on those long, slow afternoons.
Allow me the grace of serendipity –
To find lost continents on my tongue.
Give me the gift of silence,
And then set me adrift.
© 2004, Jerry Pinto
From: Asylum
Publisher: Allied Publishers, Mumbai
From: Asylum
Publisher: Allied Publishers, Mumbai
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Lord of the linear narrative,Show me the point at which I should begin.
Stop me when I have said as much as I should.
Regulate my voice, I boom too much
And my whispers are shrill.
Feed me words on those long, slow afternoons.
Allow me the grace of serendipity –
To find lost continents on my tongue.
Give me the gift of silence,
And then set me adrift.
From: Asylum
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