A Queer Love Poem Poem by indira babbellapati

A Queer Love Poem



They sat,
he in his chair
she in hers.

No, they did not
hold hands or looked
at each other.

Neither he spoke
nor she did at least
by chance.

Both stared
far into the sky
beyond horizon.

A cricket chirped
from somewhere and
the wind rustled.

Of course
there's the sea in
rhythmic roar.

They sat,
he in his chair,
she in hers.

And she got up
at the demanding twitter of
love birds on the cage

...to prepare tea.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 11 February 2014

Depth of love beautifully expressed in the poem.

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indira babbellapati

indira babbellapati

visakhapatnam, india
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