Woman Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

Woman

He continued to live
with the strange woman,
a passport to feelings,
to sharing of experiences
he never wanted and so…
he heard her throughout in the bed,
in the kitchen,
in each room and in dreams,
in walks and in loneliness
and silent walls,
and she was a constant friend
a friend, who created a crowd,
and thus far he lived alone
it was a lifelong journey
and he felt bored.

Still did not know reasons
why he wanted a woman
and how is it that the woman lived
in him,
narrowly escaped a conclusion
that he lived in a void
experienced a massive loneliness
choking him
to slow death.
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