Of Late Poem by Shalini Rao

Of Late



…and singe the night air with embers
Of my ego plastered with Paris
Past lingers on, the perfume stays in bed
All day to wake lazy toes.

I'm a dew dropp on the autumn leaf
Afraid of smiles that wade through
A sea of thoughts
Interrupted by the doorbell.

Wait a while stranger.
Let the trees bathe in the blue
And that whisper of light stay.

I want to sin.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indranil Bhaduri 07 August 2012

Awesome..have no words to express. Keep it up.

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R.k Das 11 July 2012

wow.. lovely it is, , thanx

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