The Short Journey
Dug this out after reading Pragya's piece 'Lost Innocence.'
A flower blooms
A pristine fragrance spreads
Then loses itself
In the unchaste currents
Of the mundane stench
Life sprouts
And innocence radiates
But is soon strangled
In its short journey from
The womb to the tomb!
© Praneeta Paradkar 2000
A flower blooms
A pristine fragrance spreads
Then loses itself
In the unchaste currents
Of the mundane stench
Life sprouts
And innocence radiates
But is soon strangled
In its short journey from
The womb to the tomb!
© Praneeta Paradkar 2000
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anonymous |
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2 Comments:
praneeta,
you are really crisp with words...
'womb to tomb'.. how true!!
susmita
Jai Hindustan,
Hope you don't mind this aging UK punk generation bloke crashing his way onto your fantastic site?
Great poetry too. Thanks.
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