Verses made to Kali

None of you see

The scraps of paper I scribbled in

First thrown into the Waste paper basket Retrieved later and smoothened out

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They were words which Came out of me

Higgeldy piggeldy

Like children born With glaring birth defects No amount of care would cure.

Versions of what I tap out On the phone, with my fingers 

You see the finished products

The lines marching neatly

Like platoons of different strengths

Meaning spread with its own