a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Poet’s private meaning

Words create a private meaning
For instance about this obscure
Thought around a solitary poet
With a sleeping baby before him.
The poet has his opium- stoned
Dreams of floating upon words,
In a conscious withdrawal away
From the baby’s breath rhythm.

His words fluctuate up and down
Overflowing their public contours
With an alluvial content to breed
Lilacs in deadest of April’s lands.
Cruel is not the private meaning,
But willingly suspending disbelief .


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