Lycanthrope Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Lycanthrope

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No where to go, I am not in hurry,
Luxurious forest, luxuriant youthful trees,
Luscious colourful darkness; zone free
Dear lusty deer on the soft meadow
My maw restless, hiss.. hiss... hiss...
Damn mawkishness.
Rather I like to play a role of lycanthrope;
I am shadow-overwhelming overweening shadow.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: shadow
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