Beneath the comforting canopy I lie,
Unscathed by the merciless rays,
Shielded by a crimson parasol
Basking in my personal space.
The fertile earth bore verdant shoots
That in the aegis of the canopy dwell
They know not the raging battle above
Nor the whithering blossoms that fell
On the yonder pristine white hills
Hundred vermillon drops trickle into streams
Carpetting our ingrate feet with peace
So we can live our verdant dreams.
--Kirthi Radhakrishnan
Footnote: Thought I'd lost it!! Feels good to be back.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
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*I've* lost it :(( haven't written a poem in months!
I like this one! Wish my dreams were verdant, though...
Too good!
-HoH
ooho :)
Don't worry SP once a poet always a poet...you'll probably come up with the most brilliant ever.
Thanks Hoh
Vc,
What was that supposed to mean?
Kooooooool !!! Real nice one this :-)
~Karthik KK
Very, very evocative indeed.
well no doubt a good poem.
I do hope you are able to recreate the intense ethereal feeling that accompanied the mood when you wrote these lines !!!
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