indira babbellapati

Rookie - 71 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

A Prayer... - Poem by indira babbellapati

Bad boy,
I tell the god
like a small child
who tells the stone
s/he is tripped against.
In no time i smile
like the little one on
spotting a colorful butterfly
or a puppy or a kitten
with wetness hanging
on the eye corners
and damp scars on the cheeks...


Comments about A Prayer... by indira babbellapati

  • Gold Star - 6,974 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (2/7/2014 10:13:00 AM)

    We become children in presence of God. Naughty child can say anything without offence. Nicely expressed in the poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 7, 2014



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