A Poet - 08 Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra
A Poet - 08
One day I met-
A sad looking poet
Walking swift, very fast
Along the railway track.
I just moved ahead,
Just to talk to him,
As I peeped into his eyes,
He looked at me.
I just asked him-
What a flower is?
A dying soothing breeze
Supposed to carry at ease
The faint cry of a girl
On her bed of death.
Then I asked him-
What a baby girl is?
A foolish bubble on water
Dreaming to meet the ocean
Streaming down the hill
On a volcanic path.
Then I asked him-
What a long life is?
A stale plate of delicious food
Cooked with love and served with care
On pyre of a meaningless fire
Like a mole in Cobra's mouth.
And I asked him-
What a death, then is?
Railings of desire and walls of lust,
Locks of greed, wings glued,
Along the dark and heinous wrath,
Riding on the horse of egotist void
A day of release from Golden jail.
A stale plate of delicious food Cooked with love and served with care On pyre of a meaningless fire Like a mole in Cobra's mouth. Locvely poem shared.
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On pyre of a meaningless fire Like a mole in Cobra's mouth. Yes neither the snake can swallow nor vomit. 10++
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Then I asked him- What a long life is? A stale plate of delicious food Cooked with love and served with care On pyre of a meaningless fire Like a mole in Cobra's mouth. Neither the cobra can swallow nor can it spit. Nice concept. Thanks.10+++++
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Then I asked him- What a long life is? A stale plate of delicious food Cooked with love and served with care On pyre of a meaningless fire Like a mole in Cobra's mouth. Nice describtion. Thanks for shared 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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