Lines Of Love During Fever Poem by Biswajit Goswami

calypso,
being her warmest colour,
she,
at supper,
eats mature papayas
and cuddles a squirrel.
her pet

is her penname and the
pen is the
food.
infatti//.

the door is opening,
the doors shall burst anon
with tears
and gas.
I LOVE HER;
insanely

I love at the time of her schnorring
for celestial sex,
or,
eluding
mesmerized
solitude.
We stand, thus, morbidly, and
walk
in the time
when
untimely Death
grabs the soil!

We write verses and columns of
Togetherness.
Slumber occurs inside the
dining-hall.