The Mad Lover
This afternoon I saw him again
The sweaty brown young man
Looked like he won the bargain
With curly and greasy hair
Springing so heavily down his cheeks
He was with his imaginary pair
In a hibiscus patterned shirt
Dirty jeans pulled up to his navel
He was indifferent to the dirt
Not even wearing boots
He was trading for his way
With numb and barbecued foots
On the grilling pavement
Down the street of Bell Village
He was walking and talking excitement
He must have bestowed away his heart
For he was engrossed in his conversation
With a shy smile causing his black lips to part
In simple and broken words
He was mastering and sharing his joy
Head in sublime courtesy bent forward
He was addressing absolutely nothing
Far from his sorrow
Wherefrom I watched him and everything
In too tight high heels
A possessive pain residing my spine
A permanent moody feel
Which even tactics
Cannot maliciously traffic away for peace
Forget magic
Biography: Nazra Emamdee is a young poet from Mauritius island. She likes to write about local and social issues. Two of her poems have been published in two different local newspapers already.
