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.

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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