Grand Mother Poem by subodh pandey

Grand Mother

Rating: 5.0


Where are they, nowhere
Moving past is the night sky
Someone walks with a lame
Words rolls down on her lips
Stays there , on those parched lips
Mockingly indifferent you sit
Once again, spring unveils nothing but fall
Smoke takes shapes quite unheard of.

Friday, June 3, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: lips,spring
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Johnathan Juarez 28 May 2012

great ending. i appreciate simple observations of the ethereal. great last line

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