Steep Path

by Satish Verma

Come down gingerly...
The deep snow is melting,
Will wait at pass.

It was a toxic
snub unintentional.
Growing poppies...

The thinker thinks not;
in the poem of terror,
the blood will spill.

18-May-2013

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Comments on this Poem

When words pour from poet's heart with a thrilling voice.
His pen runs beyond unthinking fields, to do it some nice.
Rhythmical structure isn't essential ,to be editor's choice.
Only heart touching emotions,which make all of us rejoice.

Nathmal Sharma
20-May-2013 08:00 AM