Did you notice that?
I can now sprout hands myself,
And cast the iron stand for myself,
I don’t need you anymore,
I can laugh at my own cast,
And cry at your door.
I have taken my own dirty flight,
With my dirty wings and with my might,
Dance away my own little hopping plight.
You have let the dog on me,
I am not going to bitch,
I can now sprout my hands myself,
And I can get to hitch,
With your dirty itch.
I don’t need you anymore,
I can laugh at my own cast,
And cry at your door.
5 comments:
wow man...u r a poet,nd we didnt evn know it....bt seriously man..its xcellnt...btw...who says u r alone???
ki re. phatiye phelichish dekhi
seriously, its god stuff.
good I meant...the keyboard's jinxed
thank you ritu!!yet again.you read it..and thats a lot.but with this particular piece..i was not at peace with myself.surprises me that u liked it so much!!
Good poem....the ending was apt. Liked the tightness and texture of the poem. Great!
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Anurag Rudra
(www.anuragunplugged.blogspot.com)
Aamar blog kemon laglo janiyo.... :)
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