you, <br />me and poetry <br />were three friends, <br />cute, cuddly, <br />handsome, three some. <br />no rancour, no green eyes, <br />nourishing one amother <br />beautifully. <br /> <br />then.you left me <br /> <br />so has the poetry, <br /> <br />ultimate loser <br />is self, <br />the pen, the sheaf of papers, <br />the sofa you so listlessly <br />used to sit <br />and <br />the dogeared <br />Omar Khayyam <br />carelessly still <br />page marked at 92 <br />sing <br />glorious of your absence. <br /> <br />..atp <br />15.02.2008.<br /><br />samyak jain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/e-sarcasm-of-life/
