A Sorrowful Love Poem

By Rianto S. Kar

In front porch

I am sitting in the sofa.

My cat is mewing under my feet, as usual.

You always say you like a handsome man.

I am handsome.

You often say you like a smart one.

I am smart.

You sometimes say you like an honest man.

I am honest.

Baby, I am the man you like.

But now you say

you don’t like a poor man.

I am poor.

In front porch

I am sitting in the sofa.

My cat is mewing,

and so am I.