Poetry Festival
With the poet participants,
Pets as resource persons,
Poets as dancers,
Poets as singers,
Poets as musicians
And I stunned to see them.
The candles lighted,
The balloons flying
And hanging by,
Poetrywallahs gossiping,
Chatting,
Some reciting poems.
Some looking like natives,
some as foreigners
With the French-cut beards.
Somme poetesses
With the Bobby-cut hair
And smiling faces,
Julie, I love you,
The dream-flower,
Some looking like Englishmen
In the coats and pants
And boots
Going with a thud.
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