Poems by
Prateek P Kulkarni

Three Solicit Wry Things

a poem by Prateek P Kulkarni


All come by unnoticed
And go back the same way
Like a gushing angry young tide
Still immature!
That has for long been fostered
Along the gauche flow, askew

The only way we realize
Their jangling presence
Is from the abrasion and trauma
That they have left behind
Along with a hundred other diseases!