The Garrulous Din
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Indira Renganathan
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Often she feels she is done under
A guillotine
Her beheaded body tremulates
Like the quaked earth
A gruff voice of needless words
Reverberates nightlong
It is he, her rough man
In gruff tone
Spews all the rubbish hustle-bustle
Clamoring from the office hubub
Nonstop for hours
A pain in the neck between her
Mind and heart in daily routine
What's wrong if
Often she feels she is done under
A guillotine
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