sekharan pookkat


I Know Only One Thing


The smell of silky skin
And pale pink petals of roses
Smashed me down
In the world of loneliness again!

Oh my little Princess
Where you are?
Are you singing
But I can't hear you.

Oh my little Princess
Where you are?
I don't know,
I don't know where you are!

I know only one thing
I am alone,
Alone in this world
Without you.

Submitted: Thursday, February 06, 2014
Edited: Thursday, February 06, 2014

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  • Valsa George (3/27/2014 11:42:00 PM)

    How sad! Has someone dear deserted you or gone off to some far off place? Each one of us is alone in this world most of the time... That's life!

    Thank you for your comment on my 300th poem! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/13/2014 12:41:00 PM)

    Touching poem Sir. Heartfelt. Sadness flowing all through out this poem. Loved reading it.
    Thanks for sharing with us. (Report) Reply

  • Beach Girl (2/7/2014 9:13:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem! The smell of silky skin And pale pink petals of roses Smashed me down In the world of loneliness again! What a powerful combination of senses mingling to create extremely vivid images. (Report) Reply

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