Poets, Mad People Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee
Poets, Mad People
Why do I marvel
at your presence
Is it your soft navel
my twilight lessons
Or photo-still afternoons
a low-lying bed
Me waiting for boons
that you'll give what you said
was only for me....
Poets are mad people
like me
Prone at he altar of your feet.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
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