There he sits the loner,
with no past to define him.
Silhouetted under retrospections,
his eyes moistened with time and years.
An ancient Monalisa,his smile reminds us,
but he remembers nothing of him.
What are the dreams that went unfulfilled?
Who were the loved ones?
Why was he abandoned?
Yet he yearns for them.
The waves washing throught the sand,makes him wonder when .
The words of condolence fail to reach him,
as he turns his back towards them.
Quietly slipping into a world so out of our reach.
Only if this world could be real,Oh, how much could it heal.
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cocoz nut and trees
not 'that' grass
chuchi puchi
funny....funnier.....funniest......
down the memory lane
cocoz nut and trees
grass....
not 'that' grass
doggie...
chuchi puchi
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2 comments:
awesome poem...cud u xplain plz(:O)
somehow the dog beside the poem took away some of its magic as well as poured new meanings. well written!
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