You are, my dearest
As important to me
As a solitary wayside tree is—
For a thirsty-tired pedestrian
The slender outstretched arms
Providing soft green cover
To sweating him, on a May afternoon
In the polluted New Delhi humming with bulldozers
And cruel mercury
Touching a record-breaking
45 Degree Celsius!
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As ever, the reader will find this to be a satisfying poem,one of deceptive simplicity and seeming superficial levity. A poem hewn from the very granite of mordant wit and refined by the author’s inimitable acute, acerbic observation.
As ever, Louis Kasatkin better than the poet.
An engaging,understated,well-composed poem.
Thanks for the critique.
A simple but pleasing poem!
Thanks for finding it worth your time.