Rhythmic fall; of words
With the seasons leafs
Drying off to fly
Withered in the wind
They, words and leafs
Sneering over the
Freezing bark and silent harp
Luring the ink of poet
And its heart.
And out in such moon,
Too keen to bloom
I forget what
it was like the noon…
an archaic pain, an ardent hurt
and wounds filth with dirt……
Laments in the silence
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Posted by president-''equilibrium'' at 8:49 AM
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5 comments:
just 1 word--> brilliant
ummmmmm......
u know, m too thin to lift & open that heeeeeavy dictionary & look for the meaning of the poem (na na na m not talking of the words used............ he he he) but then i must admit dat what would remain in the poem if everyone can understand it at the first glance. did u got the point???? keep the spirit burning. expecting similar great works in the coming future.
a marvelous poem.... oh god... u r too good!!! your the Indian Williams Shakespeare... keep it up!!! i m eagerly waiting for more such work!!!
sublime poetry man , really enjoyed it i am a bit of poet myself and this was really cool
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