Insane verses

by

Arnab De

Sweet paradise, Dear reverie;
You were made for all of us_
Like the most beautiful lie,
You are gorgeous_.

Lovely moon, I knew you so well,
From so far
But a million idioms killed you;
The poets made murder_

Red rose, all lovers love you;
But you never know_
Unrequited love;
And yet it will grow

Sweet Ri, under some wet tree
In a blue saree, half undone_
Her navel is the poetess,
I am none

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