A Weather-beaten Face...
Each wave creates –
A layer of sand.
Another wave adds –
To the burden of the land.
Each memory creates –
A smile on the lip,
A tear in the eye.
Each memory adds –
To the wrinkle nearby!
Praneeta Paradkar
A layer of sand.
Another wave adds –
To the burden of the land.
Each memory creates –
A smile on the lip,
A tear in the eye.
Each memory adds –
To the wrinkle nearby!
Praneeta Paradkar
Labels: poetry
Selected by Praneeta Paradkar |
17:03 |
5 Comments:
Beautiful, Praneeta! Welcome to the blog!
Pragya
Amazing.... beautiful metaphors..
/Alien
Hi Praneeta,
Very wry humour -welcome to the middle-aged club. Do not pluck out any silver hair...they will spread on.
Good poem, tho, must say.
Cheers!
This poem reads so much like an epitaph. It's bare simplicity and beautiful imagery are extremely attractive. Absolutely wonderful!
Lovely!
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