Life gives up claim
only to a postmortem of
I-told-you-so.
The "so-sad"s
come across very late.
Rain falls and winds blow
but the suggestions stay .
Hang about like strange shadows
They've forgotten to leave.
Dust and hot air come
in between the big picture
and my telescope.
only to a postmortem of
I-told-you-so.
The "so-sad"s
come across very late.
Rain falls and winds blow
but the suggestions stay .
Hang about like strange shadows
They've forgotten to leave.
Dust and hot air come
in between the big picture
and my telescope.
2 comments:
Back here after an age.
This particular one reads as a poignant one. And as always, I'm really taken up with your metaphors!
@Usha
Thanks as always. It has been quite sometime since I saw your comments. Thanks for dropping by!
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