Ajay Seshadri

(01/03/1983 / Chennai)

Common Measure


A feeble minded giant lives,
Who cannot spell his doom;
A corner for his whim mind gives,
That must give way to gloom.

For a wish is all that he grants,
A tombstone to breathe in,
Berries in plenty he implants,
The sense of his free sin.

Unstable he is in his moves,
A toddler in physique;
Then sinks in tandem clement blues
To shine he needs a cheek!

I wonder if the Lord is cold
For he who is invoked
Would not suffer a pain retold
Leaving his chum provoked.

Submitted: Saturday, June 26, 2010
Edited: Saturday, June 26, 2010

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  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (8/1/2010 4:25:00 PM)

    ‘For a wish is all that he grants,
    A tombstone to breathe in, ’ ~ Metaphor…abstract…wow! Tombstone breathes…incredible… thanks for sharing
    Regards
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
    10/10 (Report) Reply

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