The Past 03 Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
The Past 03
The past
comes back at us
with a vengeance,
an unrelieved itch.
those rose buds of
the rosy days passed
may never blossom
and shed fragrance,
but the thorns
definitely
get sharper
by the hour.
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Yes, this one is perfectly right! An excellent series dear poet!
My experience has been more or less the opposite. I remember the roses more than the thorns.
A sensitive soul is vulnerable to being ambushed by the past. (Suggestion: 'shed fragrance' instead of 'she'd fragrance')
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Just brilliant.......thanks for sharing...
Nice words, sir. Thank you