Thursday, May 5, 2011

He Kissed My Hand And Told Me She Will Return

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this pain
this humiliation
on a poets soul
was her way
of making fun
a woman
of substance
once a friend
now part
of my setting sun
causing
injury
with a grievous
weapon
in her arsenal
of desire
my forgiveness
she had spurned
it was not right
what she had done
to a beggar poet
jocularly known
as hindu shia no 1
will she ever read
the poems i have spun
a warrior goddess queen
fondly remember
i doubt she will
ever return
my soul cries
my heart burns

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