Subhash Misra

Rookie - 86 Points (- / Mirzapur, India)

The Last Summer - Poem by Subhash Misra

This year there will be no summer
Inestimable afternoons
When not much really exists
Only a silence burning on
The oven of the passing day
The dehydrated clay of thoughts
Tress motionless along the warm waters
Of the pond allowing the miasmic
Reflection of life: floating as if
There is still time for a come back
But that is really not true
Because this year there will
Be no summer to tell you
That we are not here any more

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 15, 2008

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