MOHIT MITRA Poet Free verse

Palpitare

                                                 Upon my guitar thou sketched a heart—
                                                  now strangely it hath learned to beat.
                                                            It waltzes, foxtrots, funks,
                                                            and reels in rock-and-roll.
 
                                        
                                                         Yet when I loose the blues for thee,
                                                it bleeds—come, pray thee, have a butcher’s.

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Sara Kendrick March 7, 2026 at 6:08 AM Creative work. I am not so sure about the last line especially the last word. Maybe I lack understanding. Sara K MOHIT MITRA March 7, 2026 at 6:16 AM Esteemed Ma'am, My most sincere thanks for thy gracious reading of this small verse and for thy gentle candour, which I value greatly. If the final line seemeth obscure, the fault may well be mine. “Have a butcher’s” is but an old Cockney turn meaning “have a look,” which I ventured in a playful spirit. I am much obliged by thy visit and kind encouragement. With deepest regards, I remain, Mohit Mitra