If I Am the Judge
If I am the judge of my art
That I sculpted chiseling my soul
I know my emotions profusely fall as verses upon pages
I pick metaphors facing brain storm
I look for muses groping through thick mist of autumn
To get the final statuette of my poem
So ,if I am honoured the judge's chair
I would use fair judgement to give it a placement
12/03/2019
Copyright © Purbasha Roy | Year Posted 2019
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