A POETIC COMPULSION

With so many beautiful lasses around
as dumb as I might sound
 I just can not fall in love with you
what if
others start to feel damn blue.

flying chunnis and short skirts
hovering mind- it often flirts
because ,
I certainly need an inspiration.
its a necessary poetic compulsion.

will you be mine?
I really do not know.
how much I need you?
my actions really don't show.

with so much of stylish simplicity hidden
my attraction for you was not at all sudden.
believe me,
you shall never be bothered.
beware! I don't need to be mothered.

yet,
poetry is my obsession
and a muse- a compulsion.
WILL YOU BE?

~Alok Alamban~

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