The Medium. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Medium.
Rating: ★5.0
My views are becoming colored ones
When I looks through the colored glasses
When it tries in open air and to open sky
The color that sees is always in proper one
Unless something errors to eye
The vision is ours and decision is ours
But medium is the thing of wrong signals.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It is the plain looks without barriers visible the things in proper form.
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5/7/2024 2:20:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Short and sweet meaningful poem. Medium of expression is always important though the thoughts and opinions expressed therein may belong to us. Enjoyed reading the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.