This POEM is a diminutive conglomeration of words, yet it conveys a galvanising message. Brimming with poetic devices and concealed essence, it is worth a read.
When I was a few years old,
I beheld a feather flail,
Through the breeze biting and cold.
I darted through the field
To accompany it in flight,
We both stumbled together,
It was a fitting delight.
I clasped it in my tiny hands,
And mused as it would flutter,
I pressed it on my ears
To hear what it had to utter.
So obstinate it was, it was silent-
As the clouds above me flying
It pushed my hands to glide again
And I let it soar again, sighing.
Poetry by Anirudh Damani
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Written on 2019-06-03 at 10:59
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A feathery epoch
Back in the day,When I was a few years old,
I beheld a feather flail,
Through the breeze biting and cold.
I darted through the field
To accompany it in flight,
We both stumbled together,
It was a fitting delight.
I clasped it in my tiny hands,
And mused as it would flutter,
I pressed it on my ears
To hear what it had to utter.
So obstinate it was, it was silent-
As the clouds above me flying
It pushed my hands to glide again
And I let it soar again, sighing.
Poetry by Anirudh Damani
Read 332 times
Written on 2019-06-03 at 10:59
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