Death of a Poet

Death of a Poet

Moonbeam’s sojourn

Poisons my magnetic dream

A refracted harmonica

Stabs my lyre.

Poem betrays poem.

Music shoots novel.

My eyes are green

Lotus blinds my solitude

the obstinate shishyas force another flower

amidst the zeitgeist of my escapade.

the lukewarm isolation

brews a blood-stained phoenix.

 

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