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A DISCUSSION (With Deborah Russell the 'Kuku')
Kuku
Ocean waves tide rushing nowhere,
Impressions of naked feet, drifting.
Shadows leaping frogs on lily pads
bathing in summer heat wave.
Me
I too sat by the sandy shore,
And met Omar Khayyam and some more
Poets, like Plath, where were you?
In the midst of the dark nights I lie,
Questioning sleep and why I don't die,
Perhaps I am still not alive.
Loyalty and that too in this age?
Open Sesame, is it that easy,
Split open my heart and see the rage.
Green eyes, blue eyes, brown and black,
Truth and honesty in all does lack,
Aesop's wisdom, in a dusty rack.
gazing upon
these words
of you and she
a sense of
one strangling wisdom
in the hands
of two people
just came to me
it was quite lovely in form
but sad and out of sync
to be so beautifully adorned..........
you know who...... so why type it? lol