An ode to the broken man

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All poems copyright: ravivchhabra.com 
Managing Editor: www.fnbworld.com


He lies under the
shadow of the 
reading spotlight 
hearing the glisten in
the eeriness of his soul
Don't  mock the broken man

He smells of going fishing with
friends and his fine lass
walking back on the pale grass

 The memories keep playing truant not the 
dreams he sees of them then and now...

 Don't mock the broken man

He gets visions of her bosom and his hands never wanting to let go
as she first helped him slide them inside her black denim shirt 

Romancing to make him feel her under the skirt skin

Don’t mock the broken man


Rich forever he shall be. Memories for breakfast and same for 
dessert. They in unison stroked and smoked weed and satisfied their greed

Best indeed

Don't mock the broken man

Has dawn knocked?  He hears the crows and parrots outside the
balcony trying to peep

 for their pointed beak feeling a wee weak

A gush of yesteryear gets him...

Will you mock the broken man?
   


Comments

  1. UnknownMay 2, 2020 at 6:42 AM

    Excellent my dear friend.

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  2. UnknownMay 3, 2020 at 3:21 AM

    Excellent & Excellent. No other words for this fine composition.
    R.K. Mishra

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  3. UnknownMay 9, 2020 at 12:47 PM

    Another beauty. You have a kind heart, Ravi.

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    1. UnknownMay 9, 2020 at 12:48 PM

      Another beauty. You have a kind heart, Ravi.
      Love it, Philip Cucinella

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    2. raviVchhabra {rVc}May 9, 2020 at 1:06 PM

      Thanx for kind words and encouragement dear Philip. Hug!

      Delete

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