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After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
Where babies wept and tempers shattered
And the plane lurched and whiskey splattered
Over my plastic food, I came
To claim my bags from Baggage Claim
Around, the carousel went around
The anxious travelers sought and found
Their bags, intact or gently battered,
But to my foolish eyes what mattered
Was a brave suitcase, red and small,
That circled round, not mine at all.
I knew that bag. It must be hers.
We hadnt met in seven years!
And as the metal plates squealed and clattered
My happy memories chimed and chattered.
An old man pulled it of the Claim.
My bags appeared: I did the same.
Vikram Seth
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palas kumar ray
(10/10/2008 1:33:00 AM) |
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What a lovely walk along down the memory lane! You just can not escape the little
co-incidence. The air will stand still to whisper.Eyes will continue to find things that you didn't matter. Lovely love poem.
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Beyond grades.
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Sreeja Sreedharan
(10/8/2008 1:08:00 PM) |
Simple, spirited, scenic....Thank you for sharing.
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Onida
(9/10/2006 4:19:00 AM) |
A truly simple poem.very artistic.well done! !
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Nibedita Deb
(10/16/2005 5:17:00 AM) |
I liked the simplicity. Indeed, love becomes inherent to every the smallest phases of our lives! ...
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