Prabhakar Subramaniam


Afternoon - Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

The balcony curtains
Refuse to billow
As before
They lie as dead
As the wind
Which has forgotten to flow,
On the table's edge
The water bottle
And the shaving mug
Which used to be knocked down
At every leap
Of the now limp sails
Stand like children
By a frozen sea
Awaiting a wave
That cannot come,
The kuyil's call
Filling the barren sky
Goes unanswered,
The crow alights on the rail
Of the parapet
Looks askance
At what hands
Have forgotten

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Comments about Afternoon by Prabhakar Subramaniam

  • Silver Star - 3,665 Points Dave Walker (5/17/2013 2:53:00 PM)

    A wonderful ghostly poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 175 Points Vizard Dhawan (5/17/2013 1:58:00 PM)

    nice poem
    great write
    keep it up (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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