for the burning memory of sad days of me and smitha


ELEPHANT TALE RING

I wrote
her name
on the top of that
mountain......

For her memory
I felt
sadness of
the rock.

I drank honey
till it sored.

From the
bank of forest
I thrown away
elephant tale ring.

I remember
what she
pointed at...
one blind sparrow...
goats which lost
their way...




Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2008-03-27 at 04:31

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