Love- -Care And Fear. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Love - -care and fear.
Who`ll fix up when my poetry
Breaks up with this poor lover?
When she gets fed up with this
Arrogant jerk and parts her way?
My metallic voice never sings in silky way;
Rude- rough words never whisper in pillow-talks.
I have shaped her lithe figure, so well- wrought,
In my own capricious way though she holds her sway
In my odd visions and fine-tunes her drawn visages.
Will she write a letter of complaint?
When she goes sick of this bully lover?
But I give her quite a leeway, don`t I?
Why then she`ll part her way?
Like a true lover I must fear …