molten wings
of snow white birds
stain the crisp blue sky
.
molten smiles
of pin-up girls
hang in the sun to dry
.
molten flowers
on unburied coffins
wait for the corpse to die
.
molten words
on pale blue lips
drown the stifled cry
.
molten quill
in a shaky hand
paint a picture that lie
.
5 comments:
Inspired by the poetry reading session?
yes, maam..all that talk about him and the Gala series :)
nice
If I leave
no trace behind
in this fleeting world
what than could you
reproach?
( not my lines. read them somewhere and thought I'd share )
Moochi: Thanks Moochi :)
hemant: Goodo
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