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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Flower petals sailin' on waves
fickle,fresh,flowing - without ways.

i breathe deep watching flute of youth played,
petal sinks - trumpetting carvan withdraws to shade.

A flower petal salin' on waves
dry, dead, demarked by wrinkles - breaks.

(Eternal tale of youth to senility
Ode to marvel of life - i pay.)

5 Comments:

Blogger tsiailis world said...

I loved the way you played with the f sound in the first stanza
and then with bs and ds and ps in second-third stanza.
and what an amazing capture of the image of a flower petal on water surface aging as the short poem evolves!
I loved it

Saturday, April 05, 2008 1:41:00 PM  
Blogger samar said...

thanks tsiallis for your nice comments:) i feel obliged.... .though must confess so much thought about the f's and others things are not delibrate on my end.

as a river flows,so does the wind
a poem blossoms by its own will.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008 12:59:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

this is beautiful!

sad but beautiful!

satvinder

Wednesday, October 15, 2008 5:52:00 PM  
Blogger Harsh Bardhan Snehy said...

its beautiful

Tuesday, November 11, 2008 6:30:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

awesome poem ....especially the lines abt the way a poem evolves ....loved it !!
priyanka shahpuri

Wednesday, June 29, 2011 5:44:00 PM  

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