The crow upon the block on an ardent day
There swiftly perches
And shaft of the light of a higher temperature
Kisses womanly grimace
There lives a soul in frigid hour of mind
Too dull to notice
The nap of an infant – the crowing of a babbler
Remembering a wraith
A shade lingers upon that honeyed soul
As when on noonday
And then drifts away – the another cloud too
As we love to estimate
The consistency of the variable shades
In false mathematics
6 comments:
Nice changes Sarang :)
Phun, thank you! =)
Yeah nice girly layout :P oops kidding! its actually tooooo cute that I had to say that. :P HAHA!
And btw for some reasons, this poem sounds so gooooooooooood, so damn perfect when read aloud. The beauty I cant comprehend, I cant relate. Ugh I don't know what makes it so beautiful :/ Pardon me!
You know what? I think the same, it looks kind of girlish. Cute, sad and girlish. But then, at least it's almost as fine as the previous one! =D
I'm glad you liked the poem. =D
Niceeeee poem!!! I love the choice of words you use in ur writing.. great flow of words.. love your blog!!! :)
Thanks a lot Dee! :)
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