Gold Star - 41,288 Points (29/03/1959 / KOLKATA)

‘the John-Keats-Disease.' - Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

I know Mrs. Misery
She lives alone by the side of a fire-river.
The river is far extending.

Through out the night
Sitting on the wharf she longs for a boat.
Neither boat nor boatman come.

Night ended.
Mrs. Misery saw morning-girl come vomiting blood
and making the stratus crimson red.

As she suffering from ‘the John-Keats-disease.'

Topic(s) of this poem: misery

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 4, 2016

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