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On World Poetry Day, we present are two love poems of Ampat. The first is tongue-in-cheek, and the second, rich in symbolism.
Punch
Love is balding
Growing a paunch
Writes fewer poems
They say
Has gone into hiding
But inside the impotent
Softness of love
Love is sexy
Always green
The rot can’t get in
There, a eucalyptus tree is stirring
In the wild, we(s)t wind
An aster is unfolding
Yes, love, don’t you know –
It still packs a punch.
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I Kissed a Girl, I Liked it!
Your fruit hangs low
upon the bough;
so low that I can touch it
red as a blush
in love’s blood-rush.
Mad with passion,
come, taste it.
Pic from Net