parallelA Poem by poddar kushalParallel Every parallel line meets at the eternity. Their figures rise from the fog, From the end of the lines, From the point of return to difference. They are conversing in a deep loquacity A dry spray of dust in the air. The infinite rolls of rails are mourning. They wait to end their talk and depart To oblivion. The talk lingers like the patient cat In search of its home-alley. The friends do not know any home! Home, abode, asylum…. Sky begins to drop, Softly and pliant like an inducing death. The take The easy shelter of philosophical talks. And, of course they beg to differ. From the distance They may look the meeting point.
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5 Reviews Added on February 15, 2008 Last Updated on February 15, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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