Letters Poem by indira babbellapati

Letters

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i feel a feverish pulsation
pass through my veins
as i look at each word
uttered or unuttered
placed in the cup of my palm

bound by time, the
words disintegrate
and each letter
slips and slides
into a timeless space
mostly never to return…

i crack under the weight
of the silence they leave behind

but
the ones that return
to the warmth of my palm
are drained of the pulsating
passion and boomerang to
attack me with the
ferocity of a wounded lion

filled with compassion at
their helpless act of defense
i hug the poor rag-doll letters
weary after a futile journey…

i fold these letters in compassion
and i shelter them
on my soft lap
…the wounded-wing letters
fallen midflight to a cruel arrow

17sep2009
15.29hrs

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rakesh Bedi 17 September 2009

Maybe, it happens to be one of your best creations, indira!

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Sarvesh Kulkarni 17 September 2009

ohh....this poem is awfully awesome maam. tremendous.....simply tremendous write. ahh....amazing. i just loved it. absolutely. thank you very much....very much.

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many parts to go with this piece.. all superb.

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Prof. Dr. Sakti Chakravorty 06 October 2009

Words are ‘quick-sand’ nimble and fugitive at diffrent times and meanings Great write ten dr.sakti Cordially invite to my page. ds

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Ranjit Ravindran 29 September 2009

Letters were the mainstream communication medium in my good old school days too... I still have each one carefully archived as if they were antique treasures. I read them over again and again to re-live those wonderful moments. You have wonderfully presented the effect it produces. Liked this verse the most '........and boomerang to attack me with the ferocity of a wounded lion'

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Sandra Fowler 29 September 2009

Beautiful write.Letters make it possible to touch souls with rare human beings.I refuse to believe that penning them is a lost art. Love, Sandra

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Jacqui Thewless 24 September 2009

Letters are an interesting theme, are they not? Have you read my three-poem sequence on the same theme uploaded some time ago?

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Rachel Butler 21 September 2009

but the ones that return to the warmth of my palm are drained of the pulsating passion and boomerang to attack me with the ferocity of a wounded lion Rachel Ann Butler

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