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Still Waters


They throng during weekends

They laugh,click, and “like”.

I wait and watch the time go by;

Wait till the swamp shall devour me.


Sad and still the waters hide the hideous face of Nature;

Lonely, bare and withering I stand waiting for the Great Spirit

To come crashing down on me.



I glance at the mass that’s left

Waiting to go down.

The sore begins to fester and rot.

Slow and agonizing water seeps into me.



Time slips by.

I cling, clutch, sink, and die.


Comments

  1. RakeshFebruary 9, 2012 at 5:06 AM

    A good set of nice thoughts!

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  2. ShaminiFebruary 9, 2012 at 7:59 AM

    thanks rakesh ji
    hope you continue to read my blog.

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  3. UnknownFebruary 26, 2012 at 2:11 AM

    Interesting set of thoughts though I was wondering whether if it has shades of stream of consciousness involved in it. Of course, I'm a big zero when it comes to analyzing poetry, so please don't mind :)

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