Poem: The Lips- Golden And Dry

By- Pijush Kanti Deb

Flying in the sky,
reaching just near to the Heaven
the golden lips-
painted by the spoon-
made of gold
utter blissfully ‘WOW’
looking at the luminous fool moon
and recite a love poem
narrating the similarity
between the beauty
of the moon and the lady-love.
At the same time
but in the different stage
dumping in the mud,
inhaling the smokes of the Hell
the dry lips,
hungry and thirsty
mutter regretfully ‘ Alas’
exhaling a long and cool breathing
staring at the moon
but start scolding it angrily
in the name of the Devil
for the bitter remembrance
of sweet nun- bread
that it gives to the poor lips.


Pijush Kanti Deb is a new Indian poet with more than 225 published or accepted poems and haiku in more than 68 nos of national and international magazines and journals [,print and online] like Down in the dirt, Tajmahal Review, Pennine Ink, Hollow Publishing, Creativica Magazine, Muse India, Teeth Dream Magazine,Hermes Poetry Journal, Madusa’s Kitchen,Grey Borders,Dead Snakes, Dagda Publishing, Blognostic and many more.
• His best achievement so far is the publication of his first poetry collection,’’Beneath The Shadow Of A White Pigeon’’published by Hollow Publishing is available on AMAZON visiting the link,


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