Poetry To Sleep With You by Sudhanshu Chopra

Because I don’t find it unbecoming.
Unbecoming would be to spin my head
a mirage, the curled branches
that disturb it like rays troubling
the resting sky.

              A tired traveller eating
              from the fallen green pods
              stoke the fires within,
              knock at a few more doors.

Maybe this village has the address
of his beloved.
Maybe the greeters don’t notice his teeth:
emerald of bare longing; beyond scrub.

Sudhanshu Chopra
Sudhanshu Chopra draws inspiration to write from observation, memories, subconscious, books he reads, movies he watches, and music he listens to; sometimes a phrase or simply a word is enough. ‘He writes at sudhanshuchopra.wordpress.com

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