Woman insideA Poem by poddar kushalWoman inside
The woman inside the skin of his head Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights And life. The curious world peeps through the open Windows he never minds to shut. The light Showers a mood he so much cares to have. Ah light! Light whitens the black and bleak decors of Rooms and chores. The days of rain and lonely Porch, wet. Wet sleepless miles in the conflict’s terrain What want he yields to and what love he does Believe! The woman inside the skin of his head Creates a world of thousand blooms, cries rivers And loves.
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Added on April 15, 2008Authorpoddar 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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