Your Old Poems Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Your Old Poems
On the sides of the road
they're sleeping shutter down
on this cold dead's abode
alphabets rusty brown!
Some moment time of year
bright minute dark hour
you cannot remember
all the wind blown flower!
You were crying at the time
yet wove a joyous drape
bleeding heart spun a rhyme
found a vent some escape!
Through the ache wrote a yarn
while breaking all the while
played a fiddle on the burn
wore a woeful neon smile!
Walk once more the dead's abode
show a light dust the page
read the lines on the road
your poems that would never age!
Beautiful poem with fantastic lines...... Walk once more the dead's abode show a light dust the page read the lines on the road your poems that would never age! Very true said, when we dust few pages which we wrote, we recollect them, which we had already forgotten along with the passage of time. As our thoughts keeps on changing our poems too keeps on changing. Loved reading it. Beautiful presentation.
Some poems we wrote sometime ago, may be to relieve our mind of some burning pain or to release some pent up feelings, we might in course of time forget! Read them once again and it will still be a novel experience! Enjoyed this beautiful poem!
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Beautiful poem with fantastic lines...... Walk once more the dead's abode show a light dust the page read the lines on the road your poems that would never age! Very true said, when we dust few pages which we wrote, we recollect them, which we had already forgotten along with the passage of time. As our thoughts keeps on changing our poems too keeps on changing. Loved reading it. Beautiful presentation.