Symposium Poem by Shyam Chakraborty

Symposium



It was a symposium
a rich highbrowed colloquium!
a scrap of it was
verbose pandemonium.
I nodded as if intoxicated
by opium.
Now as I'm home
Mom soothed me with
her harmonium
And I felt...
joy to the world
ad infinitum....!

Symposium
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: self
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