She whispered in my sleep,
A plaintive strain,
Careless : windy : black.
She visited my dreams
Like a torn fairy,
Broken wings : withering light.
She obstructed my thoughts,
Clogging the sunlit joy,
With sick, ringing laughter.
She touched my hand,
The bones rending apart the clinging flesh,
Glassy eyes ; matted hair ; groaning bruises.
I saw her today, again.
Asleep in her mother's arms,
Playing on the crowded street,
Tugging the ignorant man,
Smiling at the star-studded sky.
A plaintive strain,
Careless : windy : black.
She visited my dreams
Like a torn fairy,
Broken wings : withering light.
She obstructed my thoughts,
Clogging the sunlit joy,
With sick, ringing laughter.
She touched my hand,
The bones rending apart the clinging flesh,
Glassy eyes ; matted hair ; groaning bruises.
I saw her today, again.
Asleep in her mother's arms,
Playing on the crowded street,
Tugging the ignorant man,
Smiling at the star-studded sky.
Thank you!
ReplyDeleteTor ei post-ta amake ekta kaajer kotha mone koriye dilo. Bhuleo giyechhilam plus korar ichchhetao chole giyechhilo. Dekhi uthe-pore lege kaajta shesh korte pari kina!
:)
I LIKE PEOPLE WHO KNOW TO IMPROVE.
ReplyDelete(if u haven't worked it out yet, this is a direct aprreciation of the poem and an indirect appreciation of u!)
:)
sum words should not beget applauds or appreciatn, they inspire...the touch
ReplyDeletei m likin u pou :)perceptv pou