The Curved Walkystick Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Sharper the target
redder the bleeding
of the wounds
within
deeper and deeper.

The embrace is warmer
bodies no separate
lips close enough to.

where comes the
curved walkystick amidst
pushes apart the lips!
billion light years
from the horizon
we are thrown out.

Off the clouds
the rays of moon peeping
vanish with vanishing sky.

The book with verses
you needed at distress
helps no longer.

The walky stick follows.

The dwarf longing
for the moon
dwarfer and dwarfer.

Our austerity
age old
a dew drop in the palm
dissolves
with stir of walky stick
leaves no outlet for breathe.

The walky stick follows me
where goes my feet
blocks me
blocks my path
target changes again
I change my guise.

YOU?
Following me?
Curved walky stick again? ? ? ?