As white overruled black
thick thinned, thin thickened
smooth grew grooved
cross hatch shadowed
words blurred
misheard, misread
fall on death ears
The brain of my existence
handwringing on the wall
my constellation prize --
Good radiance!
I tuned a blind eye.
Wow, Gitanjali, what a poetic feat! "The brain of my existence /
ReplyDeletehandwringing on the wall / my constellation prize -- /Good radiance! / I tuned a blind eye." I am in awe.
Thank you Bhaswati, I had a lot of fun with it.
ReplyDeleteAwe inspiring indeed
ReplyDeleteThis poem is about fears without expressing any! Amazing!
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