A poem is a harmonious blend of content and form with the right mood to make it meaningful...
Varma
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| An abstract photograph by Varma |
Hospital ward
The corridor was as
cold as ice
My exhausted body
liberated my spirit
Perhaps my only asset
which I nursed
Through my life with
care and cure
I saw a little bird
fluttering desperately
It had lost its way
and hit the ceiling
I wanted to cry aloud
to the bird
“come down a little
and fly out
Out of the small
window with bars”
I looked at it with
sunken eyes
My voice froze in my
throat …
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