Anvil Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

Anvil



The anvil that stands there
is all black with age and time
But the one spot
Where
It took countless hammerings
Is bright and shining,
Defiant
Of all darkness
Like a broad toothy smile....

Friday, May 17, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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