Sunday Poem By Sohel Naskar

Sunday Poem By Sohel Naskar

BLAME GAME

Why is it That you are blaming my eyes? For looking at you, When the fault lies within you Or maybe it is The God who is at fault for creating such a beauty like you. Why is it That you are blaming my nose? For smelling you, When you’re high on your perfume doze. Why is it That you are blaming my mind? For thinking of you, Even if we are intrinsically affined. Why is it That you are blaming my transcribe? That is, What is coming out of your vibe. Why is it That you are blaming my ears? To hear, The words, the air is leading into my ear. Why is it That you are blaming my legs? To beg, For marching on, to the place of your distress.