Once Again - Poem by Joshi Anup
I want you to be angry with me.
When I hesitate to comb my hair
I want you to scold me.
When I sleep late in the morning
I want you to grab my blanket
And pinch at my toe.
I want to be busy at my meeting
And once more,
Break the promise of cinema
So that you'll enrage
And discard my presence for days to come
For I'll kiss forcefully in your lips
And you'll forget all the outrage.
There will be flowers in your garden
Flourishing as beautiful as yourself
I want you to slap me
When I pluck one of them carelessly
For you'll caress me afterwards and hug me tight.
Priest is directing your son to pronounce hymns
And with all devotion he's performing your Shraddha.
Asthma has rushed up
And I've wrinkled all my body.
There is no one to poke my toe
And wake me up early.
That's why I lie in my bed all day.
I want you to get angry with me
So that I'll feel I'm living
And will be the most loved person in the world.
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