![]() Of the sun-rays...A Poem by Amrita Sharma PokharelThese sun-rays, Alike… As it used to be before... Sometime it rises up And at next It dims, At her shimmering face... When it rises up, She glowed, her golden radiance… That mesmerizes me… Every time So serene and rustic beauty... To these rays… That adorned her beauty… I bow But, The same lustrous splendor, I found, In her funeral bed! With the same sun-rays Transitory towards her face But this time she was at rest! To fight with the rays of sun, That enhances her charisma She was burning in the flame of her death couch… © 2013 Amrita Sharma Pokharel |
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1 Review Added on November 8, 2013 Last Updated on November 8, 2013 AuthorAmrita Sharma PokharelFarwest , NepalAboutI am neither Emily Dickinson nor am unnoticed ripples of emotions.. I am in search of light within in me ..... gone through many tunnels....to behold the lights at end but ...found the emptiness..... more..Writing
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