The Sabre Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
The Sabre
Nightmares 07
I don't see his
Countenance
What I see
Is the sabre
Nay, its sharp
Glistening point,
In my chest, a warp
In his hands, my heart
Pale and unbleeding
Free and thumping,
Relieved from the grasp
Of my chest, from
The grip of my ribs,
It sobs!
Opens the mouth
It licks at my wound
Sending electric shocks
Though my spine,
I wake up
Drenched in sweat.
What do you mean by 'warp'? The heart sobs? What 'opens the mouth'? The heart?
Beautiful depiction of a nightmare! Magnificent poetic expressions with great images.
Gasp! You had my heart going a million miles an hour. Brilliant write. Now tell me, how am I going to get to sleep tonight] A thousand stars
Thank You, Poet Mr Nair. A true depiction, to the last syllable
A horrible nightmare depicted rousing fear
Thank You, Rose Marie for reading the poem and sharing your thoughts..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/21/2024 1:50:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Better it is to by drenched in sweat than in blood...MAYBE. I think you left 'r' out of 'Though'. ;) bri
Thank You for pointing out the missing r, Bri.