Low Tide Poem by Ruta Mohapatra
Low Tide
Like a sloth bear,
Life moved, slowly, steadily,
And stood still at times.
Nothing seemed to change,
Neither the sky, nor the horizon,
Nor the tree-line!
Only the grey in the hair,
Spread from roots to the end,
From the temple to the neck;
And the skin lost its lustre,
The eyes, their sparkle,
The voice, its genre,
Till she turned into a stranger!
Wednesday, November 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: life,time
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Ruta Mohapatra
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/18/2024 11:25:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
