Dear poets what should be our response to this?
NADIYA
You wentthrough
that net
between
life and death.
At last in the net
poetry remained...
life drained away.
I never heared
someone said
about you;
about your
closed book...
by high brained ones..
by daily wage speakers..
no one.. no none...
in that closed room
you slept as a poetry
which is unread by any.
Your needled
flower...
one spring..
windy age....
rain map...
identity..
address..
He feared those
which
went beyond his address.
Nadiya
I knows that
there is that man
is inside
me also
who killed you.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2008-03-31 at 09:25
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