My Poetry (Imagination)
My Poetry (Imagination)
My poetry wears dress,
puts bindi
on her fore head,
with all audacity
declares herself
to be my beloved,
claims her more beautiful
than the stars,
than the moon,
than the Rose.
Yes, my poetry becomes
indignant
when I indite her
for praising
all other beauties except her.
Yes, she claims,
to have lost virginity,
because of me.
She alleges
that I have touched
her every part
with the nib of my pen,
demanding poetic justice,
wanting me to accept
her as my inamorata
for life long.