A Poem Travels Poem by Pulakesh Upadhyaya

A poem travels

From the dusty lanes of the small town

To the games of hide and seek

Of grown-up bodies.



A poem travels

To the humid lanes of

The drunken city

With no night life

But rum and music

Where people tell secrets to themselves

Only to forget it the next night.



A poem travels

From the guilt of passion

To the exuberance of youth

From the strike of first love

To the sudden disappearance

Of the second.



A poem travels

By the sidewalks of a big city

Where kisses taste like

Some old digestive medicine

Although, sometimes,out of the blue

Some permanent ties get woven.



A poem travels

To the land of everyone's dreams

It smells like

Some old American deodorant

Every time it gets written

It gets stuck at some new virginity.