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Optimism

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You are just across
but I don't talk to you
I am talking to past

The past is writing poetry
without a reason
for no cause

They say artists are intense
as intense, as morbid
as possessed

Past consumes, annihilates
the present, yet from smoke
rises a vision

Your are the vision
I am an eye
You are a voice. I am all ears

There is a link
There is denial

Rains have run out of drops
only seeds refuse to dry

25-Feb-2007

More By  : Dr. Uma Asopa

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Good thoughts .Good imagination.Thanks a lot.

Nathmal Sharma
23-May-2013 12:11 PM


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