To My Poem
To My Poem
Thought a lot
of times
that
I’ll reject
this reckless
habit of
writing poems –
like they think about
smoking,
which swirls up
and down
and gush forth
to fail
to glow a flame.
but
too many words
and bound information,
insane beauty
and stumbled practicality,
shattered raining
and orgasmic leaves,
wise oak tree
and soothing steamy rice,
sweet water
and grayish hope,
pointy existence
and blue-breezy 'she' –
fetch me back to you – poetry;
come on poetry -
don’t you see that
I am utterly undue to you;
so
tell them
to give me serenity
and I’ll make you free
from me.
Copyright © Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee | Year Posted 2010
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