Kishore Asthana Poems

Wedgewood is now past its time
The Economist prefers Melamine
On a silver salver why serve tea
Tea-bags in a mug are better for me
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Beloved
Let me whirl
In your heart, tonight
As you have done
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Dreamer I am
Through and through
I dream a me
And dream a you
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In My Garden

I see the buds and I imagine
The flowers they will be
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True Independence

The world may be an illusion
Served by the devil’s crew
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Our knives and forks
We have left behind
And now,
Like two spoons
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Let me dream of you, when I sleep
So that we are together again
And then wake up fresh, in the morn
To see you smiling by my side
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Sometimes as we lie in bed

I wish loving arms
Would encircle me from behind
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All that is divine in me
Rears back in dismay,
propelled by disgust
At what the human in me
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