An exhibitionist!
When you watch the dripping rose
Dripping with sweet fragrance
Dripping honey and scattered pollen
Grains that glisten on the wings
Of the flirtatious butterfly
White golden dustings of grains
On the handsome bee?
The little girl who adoringly touches
The petals, while her nostril flare
In anticipation…
Of Love
Of
How momma will pick this rose
Up, and pin it to her curly locks
And she is going to look beautiful
For the party tonight
Prettier than the rest-
Would you, would you
Call it an exhibition?
And when an Amitabh recites
poems that his kavi father
had written,
albeit as a funeral note-
dripping a baritone
to an enthralled audience
nodding to the melliflous
words
or simply enjoying the super star...
would that be called an exhibitionist?
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