Waiting For Your Blow Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Waiting For Your Blow

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Once I was a verdant spring-tree,
Branches swinging with birds' nest
At noon spread shadow underneath
Tired travellers sat taking rest.

Your slight, hatred withered me
Now I'm turned into a hard stone
The whole body covered with moss
Waiting for your blow, waiting alone.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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