No glue sticks by my heart,
The loving memory of your dead past:
Lifeless and inert
Scab of wound
Peeve the pus
To hard dried red corpuscles crust
What long and lasting wait
Lash my toddy fate
To mount vapid my vacuous thoughts
No bond fasten my delight now,
But to cleanse and flush my gut
Gurgling down the gutter pipe
By continuing to use the site, you agree to the use of cookies. more information
The cookie settings on this website are set to "allow cookies" to give you the best browsing experience possible. If you continue to use this website without changing your cookie settings or you click "Accept" below then you are consenting to this.
Acerbic and incisive ; a work that does not pull its punches.
So much thanks dear Sir ouis Kasatkin!
crisp, profound beautiful………as always Tapeshwar 🙂
So much thanks Maya Di! It is always thy blessing! Naman _()_
Such rich symbolism in the poem, loved it!
Lopa.
So much thanks Lopa Banerjee! I value thy comments with humbleness!