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written by: Dilip Mohapatra



The curves of your luscious lips
leave their pink imprints
on the white porcelain
and which scorch in their sadism
like the fresh branding marks
on the hides of heifers.

The ominous black cloud appears
out of no where
a dragon under its cover
breathes fire and fury
spewing its ferocity
and the flames do a flamenco.

A bonsai whirlwind gets entrapped
and the leftover tea rises in a spout
and few fragments of unstrained
tea leaves get churned and then
settle down at the bottom
to form a pattern.

I peep through the turbulence
and try to decipher
the providential glyphs
and ascertain if they cluster to form
the proverbial heart
pierced by Cupid's arrow.

Dilip Mohapatra

Dilip Mohapatra

MAY 2017 / JAN-FEB 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Dilip Mohapatra (b.1950), a decorated Navy Veteran started writing poems since the seventies. His initial foray into the world of literature was through poetry workshops in college and inspirations from his teacher Jayanta Mahapatra, an acclaimed poet in contemporary English. His poems have appeared in many literary journals of repute and anthologies worldwide. Some of his poems are included in the World Poetry Yearbook, 2013 and 2014 Editions. He has six poetry collections to his credit published by Authorspress, the latest being Dewdrops of Dawns, which has received raving reviews in multiple literary journals globally.
Currently his latest, a Professional book titled Campus to Corporate which is a career navigation manual for the students aspiring for a successful corporate career and for newcomers to the industry to survive and succeed has become a best seller with more than 10000 copies sold.
He lives with his wife at Pune, India.
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