He sings
It's an ugly fight.
Denials begin,
Accusations follow,
Obstinacies compete,
Threats continue.
And then there's silence,
There's no sound until a long time.
And then he sings,
A soft, sad hum
A fluttering feather in vacuous void.
posted by chandrika @ 3:43 AM
5 comments
5 Comments:
Really, really like the way you write! Post more often...
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Aare..it's absolutely Jhakaas as usual..Keep on writing my dear frd.
Bindaas..:D
That's so like Swarup'da! Love this post. Do drop in at my blog; really need you there for bouquets and brickbats in equal measure!
as usual surbhi is right. wish you would tolerate my singing more often though :(
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