The Hungry Poet Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
The Hungry Poet
I watch him closely
And smile at him; he smiles back;
I comb my hair back,
He does so and nods;
We stand on the same floor,
Same distance from the wall;
I can measure his lean body,
It is 154cm as mine.
He weeps when I ask him
How much he earns writing poems;
Drops of tears fall across
His dry chest and vanish in the
Hollow of his belly.
I open a book
He does so;
To read him my poems.
He turns away;
Me too;
Mirrors do not lie.
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12/8/2025 4:38:45 PM # 1.0.0
Great poem x Thanks for sharing.