Cloak-And-Dagger! Solo Digger With A Dagger Digs A Dingle In Jungle! Poem by Harindhar Reddy

Cloak-And-Dagger! Solo Digger With A Dagger Digs A Dingle In Jungle!

Rating: 4.0


Traveling in the jungle, I met a solo ghost changing his shape
as a narcissist, pillarist, eremite and anchorite - is mordacious;
with forms Crackpot, cloistered monk, closet cynic, he's horrendous!
Solo ghost is an universal host and a black spot of lonely landscape.
Cloak-and-dagger! Solo digger with a dagger digs a dingle in jungle!

Everybody deserted me; I'm friendless with my co brother aloneness;
One moonless day, walked arm in arm in our farm - I and aloneness!
Standing in my dingle - I'm still down here looking for loneliness;
Sitting in a jungle, do supply a ray of light cried I with loneliness
Cloak-and-dagger! Solo digger with a dagger digs a dingle in jungle!

Single man - I'm young and I'm old; I laugh and I cry! I don't why?
Single man - I‘m good and I'm bad; I live and I die for lonely sigh!
Single man - I'm an orphan child, a broken shoe in the lonely scene;
Single man - I'm dead in the bed as I wed the lonely queen….
Cloak-and-dagger! Solo digger with a dagger digs a dingle in jungle!

Among creepy-spooky grenadiers totters solo puffer fish - fantastic;
Among large-leaved magnolia flutters a solo flower gardenia exotic!
Along wild boars in the jungle jitters a lonely antelope - angelic!
Along red hyper-giant stars skitters lonely red dwarf star seraphic.
Cloak-and-dagger! Solo digger with a dagger digs a dingle in jungle!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 30 November 2011

Loneliness is killing.You need Ahorn syrup to kill it completely...it resembles the leaves of the flag of Canada though am not sure if Ahorn trees are best grown there in so much coldness.Loneliness is also one.But summer will come with a sunshine.Nothing is permanent.Love is not a seedless raisin.True love will come to sow its seeds for your loneliness also.Wait for your chance to ferment the grape to kiss angels before you meet demons.. I wrung my hands beneath my veil... 'Why are you so pale today? ' - Because I forced him to get drunk On sorrow's sour wine. How can I forget? He lurched outside, His mouth was twisted up in pain... Not touching the banister, I ran down, I ran after him to the gate. Gasping, I cried: 'It was but a joke All of it. If you should leave, I'd die.' He smiled a calm and horrible smile And said: 'Don't stand out in the wind.' Anna Akhmatova, Kiev, Ukraine 1911 Soviet Union.........that was love and feelings of a true woman 100 years back....translated though into english from original Russian slavic scripts.... i hope you will avail the chance..

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Harindhar Reddy 20 April 2020

Thank you for your insightful reviews....

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Jacqui Broad 23 November 2011

Truly beautiful. I cannot believe I haven't read this one before! It is echoing my life, that's why I was avoiding your poetry. It hurts reading about your own loneliness through somebody else's handwriting. The verses starting with single man, are so great that I want to copy it, using the title single woman. Harry, I find your poetry inspiring. It's really beautiful, just like your soul...

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Harindhar Reddy 20 May 2020

Hmmm thanks my friend.....

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Jacqui Broad 23 November 2011

Truly beautiful. I cannot believe I haven't read this one before! It is echoing my life, that's why I was avoiding your poetry. It hurts reading about your own loneliness through somebody else's handwriting. The verses starting with single man, are so great that I want to copy it, using the title single woman. Harry, I find your poetry inspiring. It's really beautiful, just like your soul...

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Harindhar Reddy 20 April 2020

Thank you for your beautiful comment....

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Crimson Love 21 November 2011

'Everybody deserted me; I’m friendless with my co brother aloneness; One moonless day, walked arm in arm in our farm – I and aloneness! ' Your words paint very vivid imagery, its a tantalizing sight, great work here. :)

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Harindhar Reddy 20 April 2020

I'm grateful for your amazing review 🙏🙏👍👍

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Vipins Puthooran 14 November 2011

Sorcerer of words, Enchanted me with those beads, That his neck worn; Gifted me a blissful boon! ! ! Everybody deserted me: I'm friendless with my co brother aloneness! ! The real poetic line of this poem.. Great write from the crony of words! ! ! 10+++

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Harindhar Reddy 20 April 2020

Thank B you for your amazing review 🙏🙏👍👍

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