Angels, fly away,
I don’t need your kisses.
I am busy making love
with The Economist.
I am the rainbow
of The Economist
and The Economist, my sky.
It first stirred my emotions,
peeled open my mind
and then gave new dimension
to my thoughts, and
made me a man out of the boy.
Yes! I am a virgin no more.
The Economist has been
my lover and teacher,
my residence and my guide.
Vision, knowledge,
truth, analysis
and opinions,
they enhance each other
and the intensity
of thought builds,
as they weaves
through the filament
of a readers heart.
The most thought provoking
root that walks.
Its intellect dances
from petals to petals
from buds to buds,
from flowers to flowers,
and satisfies the reader’s plight.
Do I need anything,
more than The Economist?
Angels, fly away,
I don’t need your kisses
I am busy making love
with The Economist.
The Economist
has conceived,
there are my kisses
inside her.
The Economist
is an analytical poetry.
I feel its punches
all the time in my head.
Interesting concept, very deep in thought and the economist does not answer his telephone these days with all the upsetting news reports. Enjoyed the write.....
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Karen
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Ron
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