Thursday, March 1, 2018

Evening Scene from my Table Comments

Rating: 5.0

Evening is here, and I am here
At my baize table with a glass,
Now sipping my unfizzy beer,
Now looking out where on the grass

Two striped and crested hoopoes glean
Delicious insects one by one.
A barbet flies into the scene
Across the smoky city sun.

My friends have left, and I can see
No one, and no one will appear.
This must be happiness, to be
Sitting alone with birds and beer.

In a brief while the sun will go,
And grand unnerving bats will fly
Westward in clumped formations, slow
And dark across a darkened sky.


Vikram Seth

This is good x

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Deepak 30 March 2020

Wow Beautiful poem

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Its very heart touching...

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 March 2018

Friends have left but you can see. You can see sun and you can fly with birds. Slowly you can overcome the darkened sky. A powerful imagination is reflected in perception of evening. This poem is brilliantly penned...10

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