Sheila
I asked Sheila one day
"Why do you love me?"
She said,"I do not know?"
"You dazzle me, brilliant
You love me, but why
You do not know, a poet hmm?"
"I am not a poet, I am a woman"
"Woman loves because she loves"
"And no mathematics"
She crossed the street
And went to a kiosk
She came back with candies
All pink.
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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