Bean Counting Poets. Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Bean Counting Poets.
I will write 5 poems today.
15 in the month of May.
A 100 or more when I turn Gay.
Do you think I am the master and I have a say?
She is the mistress, she hunts for the prey.
Like a tigress in spring pounces on me from the Sundarbans of the bay.
I am mauled and hauled as she gathers my thoughts gone astray.
She devours me alive, My soul skins alive, to the eternals dismay.
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