Poem 307 & 308: Bouquet & Modern Song of a Broken Love

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Poem 307 & 308: Bouquet & Modern Song Of A Broken Love

Poem 307: Bouquet

He stood with a bouquet,

waiting for her.

He witnessed her with a man

from the corner.

From the distance

he observed a beggar.

He placed a plastic before him

and one by one kept each separated flower.

He took one for rupees ten.

Others followed him at the hour.

The beggar was crying in joy.

He had only blessings upon that man to shower.

Poem 308: Modern Song Of A Broken Love

You never respected

my work

my talent

my likings

my existence...

I buy girls to wipe my tears.

No woman is a born entertainer.

Society uses weakness of women as commodity.

A bad girl has also a heart.

You are pure in body, not in heart.

My fault is I am not rich.