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Storming Toward a Precipice
BY SIMON J. ORTIZ

A diesel freight truck
roars toward us.
A precipice is no mirage
for its metal plunge.
It is headlong nevertheless.
"It carries its own storm,"
I say dryly, feeling
my tongue wet my lips.
Trapped steel storming,
the faint line just so,
just inches
just split time,
just nothing more
than luck keeps us alive.
The mirage of metal storming
is a precipice, no mirage.
system
prayek pankti ke antim shabd kii ek alpaviram suchi banaaen.

is kavita kaa upyog karen:

ek upsarg kii ore tufaan
simon je. ortis dwaara

ek dijal haada trek
hamaari ore garjana.
ek upsarg koi mrigatrushna nahin he
isaki dhaatu kii dubkee ke liye.
yah phir bhi surkhiyon main he.
"yah apane swayan ke tufaan ko vahan karata he,"
main sookhaa, mahasoos kar rahaa hum
meri jeebh mere honton ko geela karti he.
fanse steel storming,
behosh line bas,
bas inch
bas vibhajit samay,
bas or kuch nahin
bhagya kii tulana main hamen jivit rakhata he.
dhaatu ke tufaan kaa mrigatrushna
ek upsarg he, koi mrigatrushna nahin he.
user
trek, yues, miraj, dubkee, phir bhi, tufaan, bhaavana, hont, tufaan, isliye, inch, samay, adhik, jivit, tufaan, miraj
assistant
<|system|>
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<|user|>
prayek pankti ke antim shabd kii ek alpaviram suchi banaaen.

is kavita kaa upyog karen:

ek upsarg kii ore tufaan
simon je. ortis dwaara

ek dijal haada trek
hamaari ore garjana.
ek upsarg koi mrigatrushna nahin he
isaki dhaatu kii dubkee ke liye.
yah phir bhi surkhiyon main he.
"yah apane swayan ke tufaan ko vahan karata he,"
main sookhaa, mahasoos kar rahaa hum
meri jeebh mere honton ko geela karti he.
fanse steel storming,
behosh line bas,
bas inch
bas vibhajit samay,
bas or kuch nahin
bhagya kii tulana main hamen jivit rakhata he.
dhaatu ke tufaan kaa mrigatrushna
ek upsarg he, koi mrigatrushna nahin he.</s>
<|assistant|>
trek, yues, miraj, dubkee, phir bhi, tufaan, bhaavana, hont, tufaan, isliye, inch, samay, adhik, jivit, tufaan, miraj</s>
