Friday, September 12, 2008

A Flood Of Dancing Circles

Rating: 5.0
A flood of dancing circles,
My first alphabet in muddy water

Leaning over the banisters,
I overhear them,
As usual, of Smart City,
Of Internet banking,
Of how Wipro lost its project.

Only a few,

Once my mom came to my school
To show my identification marks,

At nine,
rubber groves and sunken lanes,
hovering over me,

I was thirteen then,
We went for an excursion,
I collected the photographs of my friends,

After three years,
My professor said,
Your reading on resonance column is wrong,

At twenty,
I closed my eyes,
When our car broke down
On the way to my Granny’s funeral,

When I was twenty two,
I used to say,
I don’t know anything

I picked a green tender leaf
From a mosanta in my courtyard.
Minnu Serah
Reshma Ramesh 23 November 2008
beautiful write...............good going there
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Jayaprakash Panicker 03 November 2008
Frankly speaking you left the reader read further and farther beyond the last three lines' Later, I picked a green tender leaf From a mosanta in my courtyard. sure i will come to the very shoe you were on when you closed that poem with. it is the unsaid that is found being said. i start to read you again good luck you are no noive anymore. take from me.
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Thomas Kurkoski 07 October 2008
A story of your life. Well written and quite pleasant. I enjoyed.
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I like the sequence of the pictures, the sequence of life. The poem remains open..invites us to continue your trip. As a poet, you have trapped us in the poem. This is the power of the poem, regardles if its incoherence of the scenes.Go ahead
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Sarwar Chowdhury 12 September 2008
ammmmazing expression! .................10
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