An Ordinary Day In A Poet's Life Poem by Amoghavarsha Visan

Please come in.
Leave your filthy looking footwear
at the doorsteps and the umbrella
in the corner.
Walk straight in,
no lefts, no rights
I like them straight.
Are those poems that I
see in your wet pocket?
New ones I suppose.
Ha ha! Are they wet?
Open them carefully
spread them neatly.
Hmm. They look nice.
Let's wait for them to dry
just like your tears
when you hanged all your
dreams to the cross.
Good bye then.