Post Card from a Home Far Away

Post Card from a Home Far Away short poem

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I think this may annoy you a bit
Though it’s not meant that way
Why is it like that these days
We need to clarify every time
Lest it breeds, silence over and again?
It’s funny don’t you see
Despite giving my all, it’s still smirks I get back.
Yet I love you with all that is left in me.
You never realize, I gave up my jaw
To that creeping crab, for you to enjoy
The smoke rings sent up like the cupid clouds
That’s shown in the cartoons your son gleefully
I paid with part of my liver
So that yours stayed fine enough
To last those scary binging sprees
Your mother always cries about…
It’s kind of a strange trade in, you know?
Been paying for something
that I have never even tried yet.
Guess, you are doing fine.
I heard you drive like a maniac
Remember, please be careful.
Our time may soon be up
Till then we would remain
Like hollow hulls of an once green elm.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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ammu sachariah

Nice poem. I enjoyed it.


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