She lives in the far off west
But her poems I consider to be the best
She writes with such an ease
That my gloom she will instantly release
She is not my lover
But my spiritual giver
I remember her for ever
She is a poetic tower
I live in the corner of the east
For my heart and soul her poetry is a feast
She has not even seen my face
I will try to compete with her in the poetic race
I know I am a tiny toy in space
But I will continue to adore her for her poetic grace
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is just to bridge the gulf between east and west and man and woman.No woman is my lover.
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
Oh, come, come, my dear big brother....surely your darling wife is your lover! I quite enjoyed this piece.
She refers to all western female poets like you
yoursJVL
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