indira babbellapati Poems

He is a poet
A poet much misunderstood
Or not understood at all
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When inside the heart
It's made to feel empty
After the merciless
Leave taking
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May I seek
Your permission
To build my castle
Of fantasies
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An abstract evening
Lungs drew in
The smell of dusk:
Vehicular exhaust
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What’s between
You and me,
I asked
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What binds
You to me,
I asked
Tears, you replied
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We peek through the wall
Nearness, so far away
Dismayed orchard
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On a Sunday evening
An idle corner
Filled by you and me
Tears happen for no reason
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What connects
You to me,
I asked
Smile, you replied
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Drenched in rain
You came knocking
At my closed door
I saw your face
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