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She sang a song


She sang her song of the evening*,
But then he gave a sigh.

Her song, split into two.
One- the flight of a Siberian bird,
Unknown and endless.

The other-
Falls on smelly moist ground,
Dead, before it could fly.


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Nothing but "Ficus" said…
That sounds mystical. Sorry, but I have to ask - what does it mean :)
July 7, 2009 at 4:39 AM
Proma said…
fiCUs, I will send you an email sometime explaining the meaning of this poem to me.
July 7, 2009 at 8:04 AM
Ray said…
Hi ,I just love reading your blog. Some brilliant writing there. I too am mystified by this latest entry. Can you shed any light on this?
July 20, 2009 at 8:07 PM
Ramya said…
Profound post, proms. Love it as it plays with my imagination.
July 28, 2009 at 10:38 AM
Proma said…
Thank you Ray and Ramya for your wonderful comments. It keeps me going.

@Ray : As Ramya says, this poem can be interpreted in many ways, and by giving away what I meant in the poem, may be taking away the meaning for many other readers.
July 30, 2009 at 4:35 AM
Vivek Sharma said…
Wow Proma... Love this one!
August 20, 2009 at 7:45 PM
Proma said…
I'm glad you liked it Vivek :)
August 21, 2009 at 6:03 AM
Laras Mama said…
Love that poem! So nice to see someone using free expression instead of tightly structured and perfectly rhymed!
February 4, 2010 at 4:55 AM
FOR NATURE AND LIFE said…
GOOD POEM ...
I HAVE WITNESSED&HEARD
SUCH SONGS...QUITE OFTEN
DURING SILLY FIGHTS WITH
SOMEONE DEAR TO ME....
BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN IT LIFE...
HATS OFF TO YOU..../bvarakil.blogspot.com/
March 18, 2010 at 7:49 AM
FOR NATURE AND LIFE said…
GOOD POEM ...
I HAVE WITNESSED&HEARD
SUCH SONGS...QUITE OFTEN
DURING SILLY FIGHTS WITH
SOMEONE DEAR TO ME....
BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN IT LIFE...
HATS OFF TO YOU..../bvarakil.blogspot.com/
March 18, 2010 at 7:55 AM
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