Poem of the odd times


I will like to talk to a person
A person to whom life has been more
Of his way than of others;
Like who has been the king
Of his own wishes;
And died as of his wishes too.

I will like to talk to the man
Sitting by his grave
In a not-so-silent night;
In a not-too-dark time;

I will like to talk to the man
When he thinks he can reply to me
From his grave, in Paris.

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