avleek dhiman


A Tale Of A Winter Night - Poem by avleek dhiman

TALE OF A WINTER NIGHT

LONE LONE A BOY WALKED
WITH HIS HANDS CROSSED
AND WENT ACROSS THE STREET
I CLOSELY WATCHED HIS DELIGHTFULL MEEK
THE WHOLE WORLD WAS CRUMBLED IN WARM AND COSY BED,
ON THE COLD AND LONELY ROAD THERE WAS NOT A SINGLE LAD
I GAZED THAT BOY FROM A PLACE ACROSS THAT ROAD
SUDDENLY CAME HER MOTHER FREED FROM HER WORK LOAD
THE SIGHT OF HER MOTHER COMING MADE HIM SMILE
BUT ALSO MADE HIM THINK OF THE LAST NIGHT FOR A WHILE..
LAST NIGHT ON THE FOOTPATH HE SLEPT ALONE
IN THE COLD AND WEARY NIGHT HE WAS ON HIS OWN
WAITING FOR HIS MOTHERS WARM ARM
A PLACE WHERE HE CAN FACE ANY HARM
TODAY HIS MOTHER HAS CAME FOR HIM
AS AN ANSWER TO AL THE CRUEL GRINS
BUT TODAY ALSO HE FELT COLD AND UNCOMFORTABLE
HER MOTHER COULD NOT GIVE HER WARMTH
AFTER A WHOLE DAY OF LABOUR
BUT STILL HE WAS NOT UPSET FOR THE COLD WIND THAT BLEW
COZ HE HAD HIS MOTHER NEAR HIM..THAT MADE ALL HIS FEARS FLEW


Comments about A Tale Of A Winter Night by avleek dhiman

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/3/2012 7:54:00 PM)


    I like the concept here, the storyline...Inventive...Don't uppercase your text, other than for the 1st letter of a new sentence, and of course Proper Nouns....You begin the work with short, tight linage, and suddenly you branch out gurther & further with longer lines, which means more syllables, a which results in you losing the smooth flow you had started with(metre) . Now, Avleek...please understand... I am no Poet or especially gifted writer. My constructive suggestions are merely (IMO's) and subjective....Bottom line, you hjave poetic talent. Read your contemporary Poets, as opposed to our Classic Poets, as I continue to do in hopes of improving the quality of my work....Keep that pen pumping, my friend! ~FjR~ (Report) Reply

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  • Kasia Fedyk (6/16/2012 3:19:00 PM)


    How beautiful Avelek, I feel this little boy and his Mom, his journey and all the experiences along the way in a short story of his journey, knowing his mom is there healed all his wounds. So beautiful. I truly love keep on writing, I am very proud of you! Love and Light. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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