Conversations with my Master

Shweta Agarwal posted under PenMuse-17 Poetry on 2020-03-23



Hey Sloth!  Winnow away that indolence. Lousy! Manifest your spine Let this tip upon a paper. Dance. Rattle up the senses out of your wits. Create. In utmost  daft calligraphy Some chortle verses this time.  I protest and detest The indigo is full uptill the brim. Bingo. Glowering from my tidy desk I decide not to serve any whim. I'm not the one to bother  It's him poking on me after you Revealing a common thread, same pears of red This man Calls you his great-granddaughter Snub him or wave out to him If you even remember his name. ______

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