Condolence Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

WITH THE INK OF ETHEREAL MOONLIGHT
I WRITE A POEM ABOUT YOU.
PASSION IS IT'S SOUL.
LIKE A FAY YOU ARE ADORED
BY THESE WORDS.
MY LUST IS THE RHYTHM.
WHILE I SCRIBBLE ABOUT YOU
PAPER SOAKED WITH MY SWEAT.
I SCREAM THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT.
THROUGH THE WINDOW OF DARK
MY AGONIES FLY LIKE WANDERING BATS.
YUU ASK ME 'WHY ARE YOU MELANCHOLIC IN WRITING ABOUT ME? '
FATHOMLESS DUMBNESS TRAMMELS ME.
MY SILENCE PROCLAIMS:
YOU ARE A CENSER
YET
I CANNOT BE YOUR FRANKINCENSE.
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