In The Indian Language They'd Call It Khichhdi But Read It Poem by me poet yeps poet

In The Indian Language They'd Call It Khichhdi But Read It



At birth circumsized
you take away a man's rightful prize
and laugh as one
a child still cries

later in life your love one has to but deny
why make unintelligible folks despise
when they can't fully control their RISE..

You have NO Right..
and

I cannot leave you out
Friend KK..
really beauty of nature Spring does reveal
and beauty of Earth
KM YOU ALONE can seal...

and...
Rinni
Your beautiful words and smile
will take away many hearts today..
and...

you A JAY
are the kindest to me....
now so many poets tell me...
let them not envy...
SIR/Ma'am ye and me- -

I am a poet with and to all friendly...
Thanks YOU ALL ARE SO LOVELY
really kind

and all
on PH are friends equal friends of mine...
as I know none personally...
all poets of PH are equal to and for me

Thanks ye who read and comment so lavishly

YOUR DEVOTED ME POET POET POET ME
PLUME
YOU BY NOW All know it....

In The Indian Language They'd Call It Khichhdi But Read It
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy,love and art,love and dreams,love and friendship,memoir,poetry,poets
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 08 May 2018

The brotherhood of poetry should be an example to world leaders.

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through your kindness and twitter may be more will be able to share your views may be THANKS KK

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John Ahern 08 May 2018

I cannot express my comments the way that some poets do on this site, I can only say thank you for sharing your poems. Your skill with words is always enjoyed.

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INSPIRED by you sir just composed and posted a poetry on life birth and inevitable death do gloss it if u wish

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