Once upon a time in Coimbatore…. there lived a …..


Several sensitive poets

sat and listened to others

Mostly they wanted to hear

them selves

The felt words  denuded on centre stage

missed the printed words and reading eyes

pleading privacy

The thrill of discovering

someone I did not know

was missing

Names did not make poetry

Poetry got you a name

Kissed in public felt intrusive

If you whispered in my ears

May be then it would be a poem

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