tagNon-Erotic PoetryYour offer of a revolution

Your offer of a revolution


You offered to revolutionize my life
First came the banners and the flags
On our bed, then the tremors and the quakes
We were quite orderly at that stage
Then all night’s vigils of tearful debates
Grew into silent sittings, I thought
We were still quite ideological at this stage
Few more anti something left
And strong pro something else
Very far away, and you were turning
Colorful pillows around and
Folding sheets, last I saw you
Left an orderly made up bed
Large enough to cry on.
I hate revolutions.

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