ELEPHANT TALE RING
for the burning memory of sad days of me and smitha
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 2008-03-27 kl 04:31
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