WEIRD

‘Am I weird ?’ asked the poet

And the rose at the garden’s corner smiled

And said ‘I don’t care to know that,

As I love all your ways

Including the way  me, you beguiled ;

‘Am I weird?’ asked the poet

She  said ‘I love you

Always in your grip of me,  all wild

And I don’t care to know that,

As I also love you

When you are also soft and mild.’

Am I weird? asked the poet

And the Koel  said ’I love you

For the way your ears respect my songs

In the grove of  our sweet meets

And also inside the nest of my charmed mind !’

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

26/08/14