Blood Poem by Ananya Guha

Blood

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Rains prattle unceasingly
I speak, listen
to sounds, words, silences.
Spaces are infinte
so are wounds, these
rains are wounded
splendid drops
of blood...

Thursday, August 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: blood
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thomas Dohling 24 November 2017

fourth line word infinte should read infinite.

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Khairul Ahsan 01 November 2015

Just read this poem of yours. More often than not, rain is compared with tears. Here, you have seen them as 'wounded splendid drops of blood... '. May be, the imagination of a wounded heart?

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Kelly Kurt 13 August 2015

A well written poem, Ananya

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