This is a poem I wrote a long time ago and posted in my first blog ;)....I'm reposting it here....
The Sun peeks in through the mist
Not a wind stirs the leaves.
Or to disturb the souls of the dead.
The crowing of the raven
So happy, for its feast;
Dewdrops on the grass, red;
A single child lying on its mothers lap-
Both dead.
The Sun peeks in through the mist
Not a wind stirs the leaves.
Or to disturb the souls of the dead.
The crowing of the raven
So happy, for its feast;
Dewdrops on the grass, red;
A single child lying on its mothers lap-
Both dead.
4 comments:
Very nice.. profound.
HATS Off To you dear sagnik...
the comment readers pllzzz note taht this is what sagnik told me to write. this has not come from me. Main to bas dosti nibha raha hu..hee heee
Just kidding..
Aur ye comment dono poem k liye de raha hu...
"U r the Best"
i dont like to add the normal bla blas for this poem.. its just the exact thing that induced my ownself into a new addiction.. just wanna thank u bro.. for showing me the way to blow one's mind..!!
however.. its really a poem any one shud die to publish in any of the great journals or kinda something that reveals his caliber.. lovely note from a genius psycho..!!
keep burping bro..!!
ah!
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