Harindhar Reddy

Rookie - 299 Points (Sept/19/1983 / Haliya, Hyderabad, India)

Burgle-Gurgle as I Flow - Who Am I? (Limerick-19)


In jungle, chitter-twitter as I flow,
To join the brimming river, I'm slow;
On way, Bluebells in vale beam,
Lotus bring freshness to stream,
Men come and go as brutes do, but I glow.





On way, Bluebells in vale beam,
Lotus bring freshness to stream,
Men come and go as brutes do, But I glow.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 23, 2012

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  • Rookie - 149 Points Queeny Gona (3/28/2012 7:27:00 AM)

    Lotus bring freshness to stream,
    Men come and go as brutes do, but I glow.

    Powerful lines of the poem! Loved it. Voter 10++++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 841 Points Unwritten Soul (3/22/2012 11:35:00 AM)

    A hidden garden in the middle of pond, an island for a guardian string instrument for a song..it's your poem he sang! .....what is it? LOL_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ekaterina M. Polischuk (3/21/2012 12:13:00 PM)

    i like this poem....Lotus bring freshness to stream, ..... wonderful....
    Men come and go as brutes do, But I glow - nice message.... really good writing, we should read between the lines (Report) Reply

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