shveta sahal


We


We both felt the same tides, U as Pearl, I as Pebble
We both covered the same sky, U as Sun, I as Dove
We both experienced the same temple, U as God, I as weakling....

Submitted: Monday, February 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 04, 2013

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  • Hardik Vaidya (2/4/2013 3:54:00 AM)

    Neap or spring,
    With full moon mad and gay
    Or with night dark and waters more grey
    No tide can moor the pebble to be poor
    No pebble is born of the womb of fear
    In the bosom of waves it chisels its shape
    And to the pearl it gives the lust for the brave.

    I liked this poem of yours, my mind leaped to write something extempore in the defence of the pebble, I am a strong pebble perhaps a stone. (Report) Reply

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