Thursday, December 9, 2021

Poetry

Mud Slinging

I wait

Smile

Fiddle

Crumbling leaves…No, They are fragments of lives – Aiswarya T Anish

when will MAN fathom his inexorable peril? As he rampages through time, oblivious of the devil. Vaporising the last drop of tears While drilling into mother earth’s...

Mud Slinging

Gilchrist said 'Sachin's a sore' Vengsarkar said 'Gilchrist's a bore' For all he wished was his book released, and the sales of which would soar Annie George

I wait

I Wait… The last birds return back, Lower belly of the sky reddens, Noises drown in dead silence, A lonely star blinks dimly In the distant northern sky’ I wait As...

Smile

I use to wear it so simply The radiant armor, my pretty smile One can see me as warrior While I wear it brilliantly I sometimes may conquer...

Fiddle

The tug of war between darkness and light continuing. Trapped in twilight neither does win. So each cry has a bias to laugh, and each laugh touches tears. P. A. Noushad

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