Walking Stick Speaks Poem by SALINI NAIR
Walking Stick Speaks
It moves ahead
Control wheels to its norms
Time that hold its hands
Sheer movements that it dictates
Long ride that now loss and riddle
Amaze the time that shed and not marked
Now cane the dictator of life
Unwritten life that follows the meddle
Gray hair that speaks the past
Wrinkle that reflects the loss
Glow that reverted to dullness
Change that necessitate in life
Past that dash all the sticks
Once used to shatter the silence
Today in this solitude
Only mentor of short life
Time that's short as minutes
Structure that rest to some corner
Drama that's about to end
It's the end of a tacit era
It's the padding of life
Where Unintended rules
Denial march
But the memories escort! ! ! !
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Beautiful flow of words from your pen Salini. I loved especially the lines.. It's the padding of life Where Unintended rules Denial march But the memories escort! ! ! ! Very true said memories escort.......
Dear Shalini, THis poem has been composed with deep thought and serious thinking. Nice job. Thanks for your attention and giving your valuable time for my humble poetry.
Changes that necessitate in life includes the walking stick. We see it in many forms in villages, towns, and cities. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:01:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Makes so much sad feel on reading the poem which is beautifully created by the poet. The old age is such a thing difficult to pass where there will be necessity of walking stick which is the good friend and savor of the time and helper to move. Nicely written with clarity of visions.