3rd April, '09
Brilliant bits of blue glass,
flying into my face,
blinding my eyes and my soul,
leaving me scathed for life.
Funny, I always thought blue was my colour.
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12 years ago
Amulya , amulya
ReplyDeleteLove the poems. Keep em comin.
Uzma
The material - glass - is the culprit that hurt you.
ReplyDeleteBlue is not to be blamed,for blue is eternal space full of peace and tranquility.
Beautiful poem.
Vijapa
Thanks Uzma... I intend to with 1 a day for April.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right Dadda. I continue to love blue, but am wary of the glass.
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