...like a box of vegetables in a big truck from the countryside
and some quicksand in the muddy surrounds of paddy fields
...like water through small earthen pots in good 'ol kitchens
and chemical solutions in those longish test tubes in school labs
....like the ear hole
and the oesophagus
....like the shooting pain in the head during a migrane
and the pull of the eyes, half asleep, half dead
Its all deep,
felt deep
...like the heaviness an empty heart
and the emptyness of a heavy heart!
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