Recycle

Let’s not talk about affection
How about sins
How about grins
How about bins
With haste we speak
What a waste we seek
Sharpening our beaks
To call people names
Putting some to shame
Let’s not talk about compassion
How about lust
How about a tryst
How about mist
In kisses we hurry
In open spaces we worry
Fog makes faces blurry
Allow us to tame
Emotions and same
Let’s not talk about Love
I know about my state
I know about my fate
Who loves me, who hates
For redemption
Forgiveness
I am afraid,
It’s rather too late!

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39 thoughts on “Recycle”

    1. Thank you, this form of poem is called AB’s ‘wandering into world of structured poetry and real poets just hate it’ form. πŸ™‚ I just do what my heart pleases, on a given day whatever comes to mind I jot down during a thirty minutes train journey and send it to all of you πŸ™‚

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