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January 11, 2011

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I wish I could capture
Misery 
That strings moans
Somewhere deep
Multitudes famished
And those cursed bellies.


I need a lens
To get closer to*talisman
How cruel life such
Of meagerly destined
The nib broke perhaps. 


But the wiser corrects;
You have better
And the humble thing
Is moist now...


*Gandhi's Talisman

4 comments:

Matangi Mawley said...

Beautifully penned! :)

keep writing...

Bikramjit said...

loved the poem .. nice one


Bikram's

Thousif Raza said...

with such short sentences you write like a painter, with hidden meanings and so much depth... ahmazing :)... missing u on my blog tuku...


take care and keep writing...........

Tulika said...

@ Matangi Mawley:

Thanks a lot !

Welcome to Muse Memoir.

:)

@ Mann:
Thanks :)

@Thousif:
That's a real compliment ! I do thank you for that.
I ll go thru all ur posts soon...
sooner... :)