When The Poem Came Poem by Shalom Freedman

When The Poem Came

Rating: 5.0


WHEN THE POEM CAME


When the Poem came
I was dreaming of something else
I was singing in another universe
Suddenly like a knife
The poem cut my soul to silence
And I listened to its waiting
And knew that even if fictions lie
When they have the proper music
A poem has a soul of its own
That pretends to never die

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pradip Chattopadhyay 12 June 2013

Beautiful verse.10.

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Shalom Freedman

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