indira babbellapati

Rookie - 71 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

A Poem Written On A Late Afternoon - Poem by indira babbellapati

A poem on a late afternoon

They moved;
sometimes in rhythm
sometimes tangent.

The night elongated
its limbs and paused
wherever they chose.


Held between your hands
sometimes it's
hot n humid.
Sometimes rain drummed.
At times it's chilly winter.

How the hands flew past!

Like birds in distress.
Like pigeons cooing.
Like peacock inviting...

Gasp s.

Throb. Throb. Throb!

Desire hung;
a sack of honey

Comments about A Poem Written On A Late Afternoon by indira babbellapati

  • Gold Star - 11,718 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (2/12/2014 8:30:00 PM)

    The night elongated
    its limbs
    Night gets life in your poem. Beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

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