Old Nick Poem by Xelam Kan™

Old Nick



life
like a mirror
reflects
unlike colours and shades, some
shine bright and some go fade;
but sometimes
a mislead refraction ripples
its FORM and grace;
as shadows behind the mist.
This spectrum often drives
the constipated minds
to despite (militantly)
LIFE and its NOVELTY
with all wet planes.
Aren't they like an Old Nick
-raised from the Hades-
and threaten
the angelic calm
that survives only
on the margin
of space and time.
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Saturday, June 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khalida Bano Ali 02 July 2014

Although this poem is too philosophic for me, but I liked it.

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