Shameless Moon
Moon standing in the dark edge
Of the skyways
Like a shameless whore
Waiting for someone
To be swept by love and lust
Falls her tender beauty
On my bathtub filled with
The crystal clear water
Tranquilized like drunken
Changing itself into mirror
In which her sublimed shadow
Whirled by the whisper of wind
Blurred by the soapy fizzes
Sunken beneath the waves.
With cosmic clouds
Ravished by her unlike beauty
In sheer lunacy turned me down
Like that my mind is drained
As brittle as dry ice on my flesh
Like the dyeing embers
Of smouldering pyre
Every word of my poems
Seemed full of clichés.
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Copyright © Pushpa Tuladhar | Year Posted 2020
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