EFFIGY OF OURSELVES
this poem starts from the point; that neelima stopped.
the first bus
and the last bus
we are
running behind
the time.
Between
ecstasy and
desperation
we are
burning
the effigy
of ourselves.
Between
the egg and
hen
we lost our lives.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-04-08 kl 12:32
Save as a bookmark Write a comment Send as email Print text  | kath and we are constantly looking for that spot where life is just plain and simple life ... a time to be alive .. and we know the strength and understanding of it all is inside us and in the connection with others .. and time is around us full of life ... and we stop and touch and come alive .... liked your poem it took me places ... best katherine 2008-04-08 |
| | Neelima Thats life which is running like a pulse. But the true beauty of life is in the quality time we spend in self exploration, not just in survival. 2008-04-08 |
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