Saturday, 24 August 2024
India
I ask God for rest,
summer within a lover's storm,
don't i feel blessed,
swinging dangerously,
with her raging metaphors,
the trouble start with me,
howling with tremendous zest,
her insults grow enormous,
I shudder at my breakfast,
she’s a lightning seed,
gives a thunderous performance,
audience at her own epiphany,
just before this Dejeuner fest,
music roars from her Beatbox,
her roars brook no digress,
I struggle to break free,
act like I'm not born
pour more black coffee,
like a Brechtian palimpest,
she hurtles to the door,
I pray he please arrest,
this unholy semaphore ?
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