Knife Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
Knife
Memories go sliced down into
umpteen pieces
Who handles
this merciless knife- time?
One shattered piece,
translucent, picked up,
It now cries your face
that remained smiling
a yonder time back
More pieces
on the depleted
marble floor
I do not want to pick
another
for who would know
better than I,
none of these would smile back
A love-piece broken
into splinters
when the marble floor
remained polished shining-
does it try now
to come alive?
The ghost of it cries,
pathetically
trying In vain to smile
All my sympathy there
The memories that we gathered in life dwindle as time goes by. What remain may be those moments that created great impact. The mind has the power to collate these memories, bring back to us so as to enjoy the happiest times of yesteryears or those saddest times that made our life unbearable. A brilliant write wonderfully written. Compelling imagery.
Memories are a tool- cutting and comforting both. Nice feedback on my poem Rose Marie. Liked
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4/26/2024 10:42:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A yonder time back! ! ! ! Memories. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.