Avinash Nair

Veteran Poet - 1,553 Points (19/10/1988)

The Woman - Poem by Avinash Nair

There, under the stuttering street light,
She stands,
Tucking away those loose strands
Of her hair, filling the night
With thick acrid smell
Of her cheap perfume, her bright
Red lips painted well,
Slightly parted in a smile,
Mixed with the sound of her laughter.
She looks at you,
‘Tis Just a fleeting glance,
She smiles, inviting you,
And you walk across in a trance
But ‘tis now you notice her face,
Strained of happiness, though sought after;
Those red lips are blood red
And it was her cry instead
Of laughter
That you heard…

Topic(s) of this poem: Life

Comments about The Woman by Avinash Nair

  • Chinedu Dike (2/3/2015 7:06:00 AM)

    A good narrative story, well articulated and nicely penned. A lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/4/2014 4:51:00 AM)

    beautiful poem carrying her to stand in front of us with her sobs piercing the heart.... (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (1/8/2014 10:40:00 AM)

    A brilliant poem. I will have to give you 10 for this. Her laughter are actually her cries of her soul. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (10/15/2013 6:56:00 PM)

    this expresses your feeling n realisation.loved your write (Report) Reply

  • Laya Bajpai (9/22/2013 12:12:00 AM)

    A very touching poem...displays the poet's senstivity (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (6/11/2013 12:21:00 PM)

    very good poem, thanks,
    I invite you to read my poems and comment,
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 1, 2014

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