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My Violin And My Sky - Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

HEY! My sky,
How old are you?
What is your colour?
Why you not talking with me,
I am your friend…..

Apart my violin, I hold you in my heart
But the dropp gone as the sun shine comes
I can’t see you, but your shadow on my way

I succeeded on feeling of you
As a master of the universe
We make mistakes of scraping you
Your heart been cracked
Cracked and curate of church
Not helped me, to make greenly.


Comments about My Violin And My Sky by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

  • Indira Renganathan (6/8/2009 2:32:00 AM)

    Seems to be a mental outlet or therapy talking to the sky....nice (Report)Reply

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  • (6/8/2009 1:49:00 AM)

    Some people are like violins, waiting to be played. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 8, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, June 8, 2009

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