… but if you tell me
that i am not as good a writer
as you
or others we five know in this small fishbowl of a world
i will only smile and say
i will become famous after i die or
my recognition will come from india
soon, it is not yet the right time,
and it is the west or other countries that may accept me first
because i do not question my destiny or greatness, my love
both of which i am deadly sure of
and, taking off my sunglasses
i would make blunt your bow-shaped lips
to ensure they shoot no more arrows except Cupid’s kind
and seal them with a kiss
write a poem on it
here it is now signed and triumphantly delivered.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Echoes of Browning and Eliot can be heard in the background.
A great poem only Koshy can compose, intersecting many critical thresholds. Beginning abruptly, it moves on seamlessly across varied terrains, talking of fame, love and death, India and west, politics of literary recognition—get noticed in the West; East follows slavishly—and ending in a harmless physical gesture of lip-lock. Sublime/ mundane; fast/slow pace; breathless/slow; different narrative styles—mixed together and you are served a heady poetic cocktail!
Wow, thanks Sunil.
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