the evening slithered into the fountain,
Like a surreptitious serpent.
why didn't you cry out then?
it is too late to exorcise your waters,
they are coloured by streaks of twilight,
which make you so opaque.
so unreadable. so confused.
you weren't like this before.
but it isn't as late as you think.
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3 comments:
is this an address to yourself?? once again when the sun rises, the serpent shall retreat.
Hey I really liked this one, it catches the reader off guard and then leads him by the belt into a dark alley of masks and music...
@ inam--thanks !! your analysis was a poem in itself!!!
@sohini: no it isn't really an address to myself...lol...
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