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Why don't fellow poets speak?
We are all bitten by the same bug
powered by the same desire to write and recite
to be heard via sound- byte and feel, complacent, smug.
Like a kite- flier adolscent boy, wearing half- pants
who shouts for friends
from his roof-top clappingly with kangaroo- hops
asking them to gaze at his
sky- rocketting red- ponytailed kite
he nicknamed blushingly as his
"Red- ribboned bride"
with sheer childish, divine delight.
Oh!What a sight!
Yet we move on parallel tracks
as if we were placed at our borders against each other
as if with guns in bunkers fearing fierce attacks.
like a suspcious granma who fears
germs may have entered in her grain- filled sacs.
Why can't we not greet, speak and hug?
Why can't we like two passengers
tavelling in different compartments
halt at the stations for a smoke or coffee
shake hands and say cheers with our coffee mug?
We are all bitten by the same bug
powered by the same desire to write and recite
to be heard via sound- byte and feel, complacent, smug.
Hey Mumbai
Check out bishu, he's from Kolkata. Nice poem - allets -
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We are poets
We write
We hide a lot
We court
Paranoia.
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We are creators
We parse words
We dream out loud
We share on
Occasion.
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We are poets
We sing
We parade
We strut our
Stuff, but mostly
We hide.
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allets
05-01-17
212p
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