My woman, a lady of class and mystique
Literary genius and a fitness freak
First made a poet out of me, a bum
Now wants to see me, lean and handsome
Told me to go for long walk in the mornings
And use the experiences in my writings
So today morning I went for a long walk
As was her wish and of it here I talk
What a sight it was of rising sun and clear skies
Blooming Orchids and Jasmine amid Cuckoo cries
Ripe and yellow mangoes on fruit-laden trees
Dancing peacocks adding to the beauties
Rejuvenated and refreshed, I gave her a call
She fumed as heavens were about to fall
"Which orchids and jasmine bloom in winters? "
"Where did you find ripe mangoes and singing cuckoo in December? "
I told her to cool down and cut short her talk
This happens if you send a poet for a morning walk
Submitted: January 02, 2013
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Sk2093
Haha this made me laugh. I know a poet who constantly talks in circles, in poetry fashion and never straight forward. And yes it confuses me too :D Nice poem and according to me, so very true. A poet sees more deeply into life, atleast the one I know and well done! - Sk2093
Fri, December 27th, 2013 1:06pm