Wednesday, April 4, 2012

no dont shoot me she said

shy coy
my lifes partner
for 33 years
the woman
i had wed
my poems
she has
never read
romancing
a stone
pursuing
illusions
living and dead
as the ricksha
moved ahead
thoughts
memories
pain pathos
bestrewed
like flowers
on a bed
some faded
some jaded
pink white
yellow and red

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