Killed Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Killed
When you ride over my brain
I lose my peace and tap the
Table with my finger tips..
I forget my existence in the
Sound it creates. My eyes
Remain fixed on your photograph..
You rise like a wisp of smoke
From the rim of earthen pot
That holds your breathing
I feel your soft palm on mine
As you body loses warmth
And becomes silent
I tap the table top more often now
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4/21/2024 11:26:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'll be honest….I don't want to be around you when you tap that table top. It will make me very nervous. Haunting and riveting with intelligence poem.
Better to laugh than to tap table!
Awwwww...Julia! ! ! Hahahahaha...Thanks for supporting. Gratitude.