Moon Insane and A Poet Lunatic
An insane moon hangs from rainwet sky
but why
Out of mood a long day
totally farce the surroundings
all day long
composed an obituary
strictly for me
to dedicate
totally no pleasing avenue was there
to move keeping hands on others
not metaphysically
not sexually
it guards me
follows me
from sunset
just behind from the mafia's palaces
behind towers of cells, radars
behind leaves of low-profile trees
baggaging to be vanished today or tomorrow
the moon insane never leaves me alone
but why
nostalgic masturbation from adolescent days
looking at the peaks of hostel girls bumming oil
those buildings looks crooked tonight
moon peeps through those portico yet
my hands are smoky today
fuming with vanity
not to beg
not to snatch
just to leave
all the hazards
my legs are tough to kick the masks
even my own hangs everywhere
plea of adjustment
you my insane
causeless follows with serene beauty
in front
back
beside
wherever I move
pleasing my sensation
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poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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