strange,
white pigeons
lurking under
dead skies
and vultures wheeling-
devouring thoughts
with
myopic eagerness.
residual
habits dying
under the dull
pressure
of anticipated relief-
and somewhere
under less dead skies,
knowingly macabre
thoughts curdle
and become less
grotesque
white pigeons
lurking under
dead skies
and vultures wheeling-
devouring thoughts
with
myopic eagerness.
residual
habits dying
under the dull
pressure
of anticipated relief-
and somewhere
under less dead skies,
knowingly macabre
thoughts curdle
and become less
grotesque
Comments
Thanks for sharing your poem ...I felt sad though
Nasra
kalyan >> thank you :)
cj>> where have you been?? not seen you around here since ages....
nasra>> it's natural to be sad at man's decadence...
thank you for vsiting
we all do