Today evening me and Sumitra were photocopying our poetry booklet "Our Private Literature". After taking out the papers from the xerox machine tray, they were really hot. We reached home in 30mins and we took the papers out to bind and they were still hot (The fact is i never noticed such hotness before in other xeroxed papers. May be my poeticness is exaggerating unconciously)
So a haiku came into my mind:
Right from the machine
They came out alive breathing
hot air, our poetry
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