Spontaneity (Aftershaft) Poem by Moushumi moushumi

Spontaneity (Aftershaft)

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As though air fills the canoe
at high speed;
around dark thoughts life surrounds
in super ego;

Age holds the template in melancholy...

Fires enter into the chest
Robbed the mouth, ate the pain
Happy that it still holds the domain
until dark:
So do the adolescence:

Years tiptoe to fade on fertile terrain........




Spontaneity!
Who'll presume what! !
let leave every drops of rain
to pour on the ground to nourish
the perish! ! !
let life go on with writhe....
a while or all the while:
Or
appropos to all:
of the total span of words's ways...
when answers arrived, questions unsaid-
wait to borrow; shut the gross mouth
suck all the sounds tiptoed-

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 23 September 2009

imaginative...your words there exhibit spontaneous flair...tiptoe on the fertile poem terrain...thanks Mousumi...10

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