Treasure Island

kalpana shah

(mumbai)

Blank pages piled


Blank pages piled
ink all dried
No words peep
No lines streams
Weapon of words
Accepts defeat

No tune heard
No spirits danced
All souls despair
With me they share
My drink of grief

Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
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  • Poet's Fan (7/22/2013 2:20:00 AM)

    the ending of your poems including this echoes in the mind of this reader long after he has finished reading, , your poems are tidy and very focused on the emotion they portray, , , you are a great craftsman..yes, , u make the reader drunk with grief, , thanx (Report) Reply

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