I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
No proper poet would do this
No proper poet would do this
and keeps a poem waiting
a drying pen and longing sheets
and keeps himself straying.
No pouring in the midnight lamp
and sleeps thick snoring
dreaming morrow's work in camp
and thinks of Arabs boring.
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