Boudhayan Mukherjee

Poets, Mad People - Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee

Why do I marvel
at your presence
Is it your soft navel
my twilight lessons
Or photo-still afternoons
a low-lying bed
Me waiting for boons
that you'll give what you said
was only for me....

Poets are mad people
like me
Prone at he altar of your feet.

Topic(s) of this poem: passion

Form: Blank Verse

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 19, 2016

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