Theme: Abstract

Drops

Let the azure melt in droplets
The unsaid word untimely reaped
Blossomed pain clean and bright.
Behold the horizon droops his lids
The morn waits afar,
Even the dark night tinkles at a distance
Meet the burnt-end of the remaining day.
Twilight oozes from the leaves and buds.
Only the last drops plunged in
The last drops...............
That made the symphony.

14-May-2012

More By  :  Debalina Roychowdhury

Views: 1398     Comments: 6

Comments on this Poem

Comment EMOTIONS HAVE BEEN BLENDED SUPERBLY..........

madhumita roy chowdhury
24-Jun-2012 06:50 AM

Comment awesome!!

Rupradha
27-May-2012 14:53 PM

Comment the weaving of words is the beauty of it

madhuleena
20-May-2012 11:09 AM

Comment really, it is this symphony that that inspires us to live.I can behold the horizon of hope & twilight oozing from the leaves & buds.I told u before here lies ur specialisation: u can coin new rhetorics, picturesque & very much living.may this symphony fill our life, drop by drop...

somdutta chatterjee bhattacharya
20-May-2012 03:53 AM

Comment it is nice to borrow comfort for eyes of melt down but for me, revealing voice without words by hang on lids....those drops have unplugged messages .....n i found in "Drops"...

debashis

Debashis Jana
19-May-2012 15:17 PM

Comment wowwwwww........awesome poetry....

Neelotpal
18-May-2012 09:28 AM


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