THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
You dummy fool Why do you so patiently watch me? Speak away, you dummy fool, Can’t you? I’m dying of panic. Is it that I’m alone and you lead the win? Or are you stressed to see me fight? So foolish you are, although four, And I alone, still I’m free of my volition. Talk to me so I can talk to you, Hey, hey what can I do? You are interlinked with each other, Never to part, nor pass along. Neither do I get encouraged looking at you, Nor, do you understand yourself and me. You are not a creature with whom I can work, Nor, can I get a hold of you, afar for leisure. That's why I again say to you, “You dummy fool.”
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