Best Poem of Swatie Chawla

This Spring
The spring does not excite me no more,
I relish the bygone winter
When I leapt close,
in the fire of your arms
and the breath of your masculinity,
singing in silence, the joys odorous.
Now this is one very long suffering,
of mal de coucou.. . . .
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Scribble Happiness
Ten signs of happiness,
Exultant belief
Ten signs of joy,
overtures of disguise.
mirth, fun and joy,
signs ten.
still no signs
of merry, ten. . . .
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