Calling Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Calling

Rating: 4.5


The sky-scraping indigo coloured calling
A wild brook afferent calling
A drenched blooming branch of Champaka possessing calling

Ignored..mercilessly ignored...

You get down in the water
Dark-blue endless water
Disappeared

Since suppressing pain standing on the shore lonely...

Theory of ferrying not accomplished.

Now my calling conceived.
Some day would give birth devastating black fire.....

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