Wounded World Poem by Radhuga Sreekumar Geetha

Wounded World

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Mercurial bathe of silver gown she adorned
with her pearl dewed skin
Rose whorled pleat rubs, sparked blood red
butterflies to life
Sole of hers sequined grass floor with rainbow
hued primroses
Ductiled onyx silk hair sanctified air with
inhalational ambrosia

My life swirled to million ecstasy enchanting
shooting stars
My sorrows incinerated by embers of
Narcissus pool eyes
Elixir inoculating touch softened my heart to
kiwi feather pillow
Smile being the inspiration behind sunshine, I
beholded

But today my diamond sharp words cut her
soul
Black cratered moon vainly tried to mimic her
tear streaked face
Brimming tear pool collaged imperfect moon
with my perfect lass
Drop intercourse fruited swans dying to root
out her sores

Never noticed before Apology is puny with just 7 letters
How will I wash the sins of this undeserved
life
My hands stained with heinous murder of
world's happiness
Now that she cries, how will this world
survive

Wounded World
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: apology,nature,sad
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
An apology to mother nature.Meaning: Her flawless skin which was studded with pearl like dews adorned the dressshe worewhich looked like a silver over flowing mass after bathing in a pond of mercury.The pleats of the frock resembled the rose petal arrangement. The pleats rubbed each other and on doing so sparked blood red butterflies to life. The area she walked over bore rainbow colored primroses. Her hair resembled onyx, black gem stone made into thread and from them arose ambrosia that filled the air. When I saw her smile, the smile that is the real inpiration behind sunshine in this world, my life became like shooting stars enchanted with ecstasy. Her touch that inoculates elixir softened my heart to kiwi feather filled pillow. My sorrows disappeared when I looked into her eyes where everybody falls in love with their reflection.Such a wonderful lady has been hurted by me today and I have broken her heart. She stands undermoon but even her sorrow filled crying face is far more beautiful than moon with all its craters. Her tears over flowed and formed a pond in which her reflection and moon's reflection fell side by side resembling a photocollage. Her tear drops give rise to swans which rush to stop her from crying. Oh to know that I am the reason behind this sorrow. Her sorrow has turned the world sorrow.I have wounded this world
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 12 May 2020

How will I wash the sins of this undeserved life My hands stained with heinous murder of world's happiness Now that she cries, how will this worldThe area she walked over bore rainbow colored primroses. Her hair resembled onyx, black gem stone made into thread and from them arose ambrosia that filled the air. your üoet's notes are more wonderful. tony survive.. a great poem.. mother nature,

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Dr Antony Theodore 20 March 2020

My hands stained with heinous murder of world's happiness Now that she cries, how will this world survive.. very fine poem, wonderful use of words and an excellent notes from the poetess on the poem. love this. tony

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