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Here's another shy young poet, unsure of treading the path to publicity :
Belu, belu since you wrote,
Thought I'd write too.
Racking my brain,
Till it turned into an aeroplane,
I let it wander,
Imagining I would travel at the speed of thunder.
I'd be with you,
Singing in your loo
Till you found me
And gave me some tea.
Then we'd chat,
Till the night grew cold.
I'd disappear again,
Before night became day,
And reality emerged -- raw and bold.
(c) Ameeta Agnihotri January 2005.
Belu, belu since you wrote,
Thought I'd write too.
Racking my brain,
Till it turned into an aeroplane,
I let it wander,
Imagining I would travel at the speed of thunder.
I'd be with you,
Singing in your loo
Till you found me
And gave me some tea.
Then we'd chat,
Till the night grew cold.
I'd disappear again,
Before night became day,
And reality emerged -- raw and bold.
(c) Ameeta Agnihotri January 2005.
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anonymous |
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4 Comments:
Well out and out I like it,
I can see Ameeta's timidness in this piece. But it comes out strongly, as I said before I liked, now its time for an Encore !
"And reality emerged -- raw and bold"
I love the way the poem juxtaposes and intermingles a childlike mischievousness with a sober maturity!
''singing in your loo till you found me''...such simplicity of thought and yet holds so much feeling, haven't we all been there at some point...
liked it immensely :->
mmmm.. luv the silly nonsensical tone that refuses to be dismissed as nonsense. very fast. very nice, too.
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