Don’t paint me with that blue
I am the tranquil of the starlit silver
Don’t take me to that edge
I am the fallen leaf straight from the tree
They strap me to the lamppost
Leave me there under the yellow light
The rope, it cuts my wrist
The black inside of me doesn’t lighten bright
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Don't paint me blue
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Jui Chitre Deshmukh
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This poetic presentation has left enough space for the readers..
It seems to have numerous jumps in thought; and, bears sublime expressions of hope and despair, wisdom and ignorance, revolt and compromise, faith and mistrust, love and indifference, and, pains and pleasures...somehow, it whispers me of a poet's appraisal of social conditioning of womanhood...Pardon me if I get stretched too far..
But, in any form or content, it is stormy and penetrating presentation..
Do keep on writing...
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