How Mad Am I After Poetry! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

How Mad Am I After Poetry!



This but none
But I myself know it,
How mad have I after poetry
That like Midas running after gold touch,
I too cannot see and feel the goodness
Of my small daughter,
Calling me papa with so much so love and affection,
Oh, a Midas I after poetry
Have I turned into!

Saturday, April 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: daughter,poetry,running
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