This Summer Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

This Summer



The summer has cast its spell,
As a demure man looking at
Many stitches in his pants;
Snow has left the peaks for
The matured plain to be flat
And mobile as an unwed girl's
Late night dream; pipes of dry
Leaves roll on fronds to check
Trussed birds from bleeding;
Cakes of cow dung leave many
A moon on the distended walls;
Years get squeezed in waxed eyes,
As virginity jumps into bowls
Of white porcelain and stays lazy;
Flanked by arms with bangles
Her innocence falls silent;
The crows have stopped flapping
Their wings in the noon when wisp of
A stray cloud brings the dirge,
From a remote graveyard sleeping
At the grassy lap of a sullen hill.

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Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 21 September 2014

Wow sensational imagery, in an extraordinary way! That's a fun summer poem, new style. Nice to read u again poet Tiku.

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Valsa George 17 September 2014

Summer is described with unique images varied than the usual! Enjoyed the poem!

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Valsa George 17 September 2014

Summer is described with unique images varied than the usual! Enjoyed the poem!

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 15 September 2014

How nicely you concluded From a remote graveyard sleeping At the grassy lap of a sullen hill.

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