Mandira Mitra


Passive Aggressive - Poem by Mandira Mitra

You wanted to travel the world, so I wrote you a song.
Now you want to be a singer. Maybe I shall hunt a forest boar
And adorn your ego wall with its hooves.
Day before yesterday you were talking to
The mermaids of Cape Comorin in sleep. I am still not done
Drawing strings on your hunting sling.
Lead me not to temptations
Diana herself keeps you out of harm's way,
Hot pursuits adorn a king not a queen
But a loose stitch
May be a fatal thing.

Topic(s) of this poem: baking

Form: Allegory


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, October 23, 2015


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