Criterion Of My Bachelorhood Poem by Rajesh Kannan

In the west, it's dusky.
Linnets beckon and cherish
The night that falls, I could hear.
The thin string from the heaven
Witching its spell on earth
And that's on the east.
Chants and prayers marking
Their anonymous apostle.
The leaves and its buds are just
Staring at me and are stagnant
Perhaps, as if they are stunned
At my belly beauty, I think. This
Lustrous evening hath warmed
Me more than it could warmth.
I sigh often marking the
Scarce of my interest
To suffice my thirst.
In the everyday war, I lose
With the vampiring hosts
With a unique scream, as
It has become habitual for it
To dine on my creamy blood.
I wish and whisper now and then
To rain threads, as I wish to dwell
Upon them; my saviour, as it
Stream that could passify me.
Oh well! I wish all that to happen
Not in here, on these concrete walls;
Loosely packed loafers, they are.
Kisses of my foot felt so hard
And it feels hard to high it on.
I feel, as if I am at the verge
Of extinction at times and
I admit, they are rational, Well!
Radical to me and to my feet, yet.
My loafers on these loafer grounds
Tire me with all its might just
To put up with my reluctant steps.
Well! the lesson I learn is not that
I wish to preach and teach,
As it feel like, am in vain,
To take this road that is taken already.