Poet Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

I don't remember when I bumped
at him and that's that.
Looked like he liked me and
we floated to his favorite bar.
Sufficiently he got drunk
and narrated his latest verse.
I got drunk by it though reluctant!
He lost his past as he once said
And for him his poetry
is like a raft to hold him.
I thought he's talking something
which is only far me.
He saw my tears and gulped
down the peg to order for more.
Suddenly he got up and
touched my shoulder warmly
and vanished to his
usual uncertainty
That's him, uncertain genius.
There's always huge gap
between our meeting.
I remembered how at the last
moment at the publisher
he tore allhise poems
and walked away.
Am his accidental listener
but that's that.