The Listeners Poem by Prafulla Sahu

The Listeners

Who says there are few listeners
Poetry to sing to
I have lines of pines and maples
Beside me
They shake their heads
Rustle to cue my rhyme
I chat and sing loneliness
Its woeful beats
Stanza by Stanza:

Anxiety
Its herky jerky lines
Insomnia
Its restless cacophony
Rejection
Its venomous theme
Retirement
Its prologue to oldhood

They say how sweet
Sings loneliness
The sad song of life
That is not heard to men
Clearly audible
To unseen ears .