Conversation

It takes two and preferably some place
for settling down to administer its ways.
Concurrent voices condoning each line
which voices offer to be tried for size
concatenate the assemblage of lines
that with the swell and tonal foam must rise
to culminate outside two tongues at points
a space apart or celebrating joints .

What each man says is to each man his voice
(in each man lurks an echo not his voice )
what one recalls another has forgotten
where one discards another stakes his view
what each man makes from what he has begotten
let each man owe to every man as due !

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59 year old male living in Mumbai India. Founder member of poetry circle Mumbai in 1986 . Been away from poetry for two decades. Have a collection ready for publishing .want to share poems on line
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