My bangles always burst to laugh
As if the bells of a rainbow
But, it keen to give a tone
With mystic mellowing silence
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such wonderful poem marred by the guilt of being born a woman...please, in spite of the turbulations a woman faces, it's a matter of pride to be a woman...a sheer celebration!
The reply did reverberate To vibrate my deaf ears But those words vitrified My inner ears with its stroke..........................that is intrinsic and instinctive art of portrayal by the glories of wonders on this earth persuading across the flow of beauty, yet passionate, utterly introspective, m10++, thanks for sharing
a poet with a philosophy.................... My heart brim over my eyes As if to flood the whole land-mass But its vortex never seen runoff But contain it as a pustule My mind ablaze at that misuse As if the weapon, the vajra But while at time to use it right