Pulakkumar Ditti

Rookie - 20 Points (17/07/1955 / Midnapur)

Three Magic Words And Love Go Haywire - Poem by Pulakkumar Ditti

I build an edifice of hope,
furnished with details
of art and love;
ready to open the
door for the comer,
I desire most.

It drizzles from the morn.
Non-stop. Monotonous.
I'm awaiting the coveted
comer, I desire most.

In the eve, she comes
in the form of a voice.
And puffs a storm.
And crumbles the edifice
of hope, labour and love.
Drizzle turns into downpour.
That's the end of the wait
for the elusive comer,
I desire most.

It drizzles from the morn;
Non-stop. Monotonous.
I am not awaiting the mystery
comer, I desire most.
But at noon, she comes
in the form of a voice,
utters three magic words.
And my swampy, tattered
world begins to revive.

Again I wait for the coveted
comer, I desire most.

Today you look simple and sweet.
For me, simply irresistible.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012


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