Poetry Is A Crazy Tramp! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Poetry is a crazy tramp…
Poetry is everywhere.
In her eyes. In her lush ebony cascade.
Just between her pomegranate insignia.
All over the curvaceous non-veg collage.
Poetry is in all subtle acts and tact.
In a beautiful sight, may be damp dark or glossy bright.
Poetry is not that prudent or prudish.
Neither foppish nor snobbish.
It visits everywhere.
From a holy shrine to a stinky brothel.
Poetry is in a vice in a sin in a pilgrimage in penance.
In a lovely resort even in a deserted desert.
In holy scriptures again in saucy Debonair.
In a new birth and in a death.
Poetry is in everything and everywhere.
Kill me before you go and kill her.