Poetry returns Home

written a poem after a long time-

You do not choose to read
or understand poetry; it chooses
whether you deserve it or not
It finds its cradle and coffin
It finds the heart that bleeds
And when it finds a home, it tears
open all the doors and windows;
try shutting down you might
but it enters from the crevices
like a whiff of lady of the night



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