This all about a sweet memory of a lost girl friend in her tender age and revealing her present situation in her maternity leave at home while the one who lost her calling her after twenty years of disappearnce.


Being a pregnant

Being a pregnant


I feel her tone in a mystical manner
It flew back: two decades in a light speed
Keeping her throat wet, a bit slanting her
On the sofa giving her lever to creep

I feel her voice far thousand miles away
Through the speaker of my telephone
It vibrates with harmonies all the day
Different creatures but bargaining tone

She is heavy with her life; she whispers
And to keep another hype; I heard
She is heavy with her hopes; me outcaste
Seeming me a tiny rose; but rotten its petals

The buried truth for a life long time
Skeletons appeared in its form
Making sensual whispers detained
Forbidden soul has released from the bottle...

Telephonic
Conversation
Ends up with
Heavenly silence...

I felt like, I was pregnant
For the first time, in my life!

Dawson Preethi EA ©




Poetry by Dawson Preethi EA
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Written on 2007-02-17 at 10:03

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