Insects Around A Lamp

by Sony Dalia

“Greetings from Xanadu’
caressing voice wakes up slumbering soul
heard, unheard tales on roll
naive listener a rocking doll.

Every evening turns so torrid
sores in all pores make them putrid,
poetic laments, prosaic problems, critical views…
astute avatar soul mate for all.
Millions of hopefuls, greenhorn every one,
Russian roulette, mauling by choice.

Tissues are scarce, dumped in the bin,
use and throw culture staple of vultures…
half opened door lures to step in or step out…
tavern keeper decides, not the tourist!

23-Mar-2013

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Comments on this Poem

Thanks Aju da for your frank observation.You are right.Regards.

Sony Dalia
29-Mar-2013 14:04 PM

Here is an angry poet shouting in high pitch at society- frankness is in poet's heart-

Aju Mukhopadhyay
29-Mar-2013 12:07 PM

Thanks for your appreciation and kind words. ma'am.Regards.

Sony Dalia
26-Mar-2013 07:50 AM

internal rhymes, alliteration are striking, i liked the last two lines
asha viswas

asha viswas
26-Mar-2013 03:22 AM