every word he spoke
was dipped in conviction
every nuisance of the body
spoke of his resolve
he sat on the other side
the questions rolled
and he matched each with equal grit
said shakespeare remains
his all time favourite
no, he didn't say a word
about milton...
said he's marvelled
at the deepest perception
of life that he found
in the great bard and
quoted some pertinent lines
to validate his statement
at the end
i walked to the other side
to give him a warm hug
he reads only
the alphabet of two languages:
of touch and of hearing, you see
'i missed you in life, '
he gently whispered into my
deafening ears...
and walked away...
30aug2009
17.30hrs
Absolutely wonder full. ..deafening ears...wow ended in a masterly stroke what an aura u have created.. loved it ur debt these ten and cheers
This poem tells eloquently this long, long distances your crossed in poetry.........Wonderful composition. A matured style.
A very compassionate poem about the scholar, who can not see but is capable of seeing with mind.
From: Brett Ackerman To: Indira Babbellapati Date-Time: 8/31/2009 3: 48: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Re: the blind me --- Really insightful comprehension here, Indira. This doesn't sound like your usual verse composition, But I truly had to go over it a couple times just to get the feel of it from a distance. You've made a different choice of words fit a mind set that carries so much subtle information into your subject matter that is more give and take of the soul. I'm still left thinking and wondering where you found this variation of style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poignant.................................................................................