The Broken Images Poem by Subrata Ray

The Broken Images



The Broken Images.

She hinted option
He pushed the door
A green beam of sunlight,
Waded the blinks.,
The lone witch slanted on the ghost,

The closets half-open,
The rainbow ate the owl,
The beggar threw the bowl,
The wanton peeped through,
The pied-piper adjusted wrath,
The natural illegitimate lost the breath.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: strange
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Randhir Kaur 13 September 2016

The rainbow ate the owl, .... Waooo...this is amazing.. the images are very vivid with little weirdness and deep pang.. Well described n expressed Sir..keep up. Wishes.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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