Poetry & The Prostitute

By Anshuman Talapatra

You told me while crying poetry comes

You told me while missing your beloved poetry comes

You don’t know once you left me

Poetry never Came ………

Once you left me in darkness

I used to wait for the dawn

They came ,they jumped on me

They eat me, scratched me, shredded me

My soul was left in pieces….

I have seen all the promises were broken

I have seen memories were gone

all my feelings had left me

You know Poetry never came……

Everyday my skin was burnt in thousands of desires

My lips were soar

My dreams left me forever

Every day I die

You left me Unloved

Poetry never came

Today when I cry , Poetry does not come ……………

By Anshuman Talapatra