Repressed Poem by Seema Aarella

Repressed

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I could never decipher the
Unintelligible musical notes
Composed by an early spring
Which my garden sparrows
Decoded with effortless eloquence

I could never admire the blackness
Of clouds, or muse my soul
With blaring thunder beats
And dance with my thoughts spread
Into multi coloured feather spectrum

I could never follow my dreams
Or find its buoyant footprints
On the canvas of a special night
When my desires silently wandered
Into the patio of someone else's eyes.

I could never respond with resolve
Or praise the challenging beauty of life
Never did I pine for moon light
Nor did I become a sunflower
And stared the mighty sun in its face

I could never render my heart
Abundant with strange emotions
By glorifying it's grandiose
In an epic of vehement cantos
But I ended penning just an odd verse.

Monday, April 6, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: blues
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Saadat Tahir 18 June 2009

i could never be amazed or be fazed that seema aarella with her diction flotella would breathe forth spring lend to the breeze its wanting wing superb cheers

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Indira Babbellapati 11 April 2009

penning odd verse? well well....! ! !

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R.k Das 07 April 2009

a nice poem, very nice, ,

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