The Poet
THE POET
I want to go for dreams today
And look to what I truly love
For each one the part of me
Is soaring like the holy dove.
I want to be a guileless poet
By weaving words in dusky room
For my neighbors Tim and Ben
And Paula's daughter in her womb.
I want to grow up darling mom
To serve my cousins live or dead
In the placid hour of mind
I write this poem on my pad.
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28th November, 2017
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2017
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