Friday 2 August 2013



Abode

This is my home.
It is made of words.
The red head
Woodpecker
Tapping the slender palms
For worms
Playful kids
Sloshing about
In puddle
Evening vespers
Drawing in the soul
Peaceful jasmines
Filling the night
With fragrance
 Aren’t they made of words too?
In the beginning
There was Word
So word be my oasis
Let it be my cover.

3 comments:

  1. Such a beautiful piece :) indeed words can spin into anything and even draw a perfect picture with out any brush or paint.

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    1. Thank you Vandana, for sharing your wonderful thoughts.

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  2. Wow a wonderful poem. The last two lines 'so word be my oasis,Let it be my cover' are simply amazing!

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