Sunil D'pudi

Black - Poem by Sunil D'pudi

Is the humor of weary thorns
In the waves of the desert strech;
The spirit of the cactus evaporates,
Body left in the monotony of ashen grounds.

Wasted talent of the chameleon
On a moonless night,
The color
As opaque as the philosophy
Of the remotest star.

That holds the reins
Of indulgence;
That holds on ransom,
The verse of honey drops;
That holds a hope,
Breaking into the tides of distant happiness;
That holds the suspense
Of animated hues.

Holds the mystique.

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  • john tiong chunghoo (8/2/2005 11:06:00 AM)

    i think you are a good poet too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 2, 2005

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