Black Poem by Meenu Alex
Black
Knotted thoughts
Figures like shadows
The day in grey shades
The ears hear the faint footsteps
Of chaos infinite
No one cried with a wet cheek
But some pondered like the cat Celima
On the bank of the river
But was wise not to slip into the water
No body answered
No more any one thought of the questions
Because the questions smelled Black
And the day skipped to a jerky break!
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4/25/2024 12:17:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great personification and imagery. I like it!