Babbling
You would think,
About the glory and its fall
The heights, short and tall
The stormy nights and in its fold
Windy seas and the icy cold
You would think,
Of the darkness, and its enemy
A tarpaulin in a jumping spree
A bitter sweet pill, the warm milk
Today and tomorrow, and its ilk
You would think,
Of the lack in depth
Where thoughts boil unwept
All the way, stumble and crawl
In the end, pride hath a fall
About the glory and its fall
The heights, short and tall
The stormy nights and in its fold
Windy seas and the icy cold
You would think,
Of the darkness, and its enemy
A tarpaulin in a jumping spree
A bitter sweet pill, the warm milk
Today and tomorrow, and its ilk
You would think,
Of the lack in depth
Where thoughts boil unwept
All the way, stumble and crawl
In the end, pride hath a fall
I read it like five times...because I did not understand it in the first go...the second time I read after I googled "tarpaulin" ad "ilk"....and the third time I smiled because I liked the concept of the tarpaulin in the jumping spree...I could almost picture it (really well written :)!!)...I loved the way you've written "thoughts boil unwept"...you've managed to write thoughts that are difficult to be written...The only thing I still don't understand is the link of the last line with the poem...
ReplyDeletehaha thanks boju :) kind words again. The last line, well, I won't tell. That is the key to the entire piece.
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