Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 11, 2016

IT HURTS ME…..~by Lopamudra Mishra




It hurts me,
When my meadow ,
Searches you foot prints,
Between the hot sand hills of desert,
I covered miles and miles,
To discover oasis,
The thorny bushes itched ,
My legs and I bleed ,
Inwardly and outwardly,
My only desolation is to get you,
Then I will lean my shoulders,
On the flowering cactus,
Even though it is pinching,
Yet the titillation is beyond my grasp,
I admit me frantic,
Because I am your addict,
With your rainbow,
I frisk even though there is shadow,
My solace lies with your thump,
Your truancy hurts me.

Lopamudra Mishra

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