WHEN I wrote 'abracadabra' on your slate with a wet yellow chalk
You frowned at me.
Then I gave you a White Ribbon -- wrinkled and soiled.
When I wrote ILU on your unruled note book with a blue pencil
You frowned at me.
Then I gave you a White Ribbon -- neatly folded, scented.
On a rainy day
In a dark dingy room
When I uncaged a lion in me
You frowned at me.
Then I gave you a White Ribbon -- flowing endlessly.
Now, here I lie,
Ribs broken,
Blood strained,
Gasping for breath,
Waiting for that freezing touch on my toes,
I see only White Ribbons.
Where have you gone ?
Why don't you frown at me ?
8 comments :
Really good, awesome idea.
A very colourful composition, indeed. White - yellow - blue - red (blood). Simple but very vivid and intense! Kudos, friend!!!
good... keep writing
wAH WONDERFUL KRISHNA.....AFTER A LONG TIME.....
SASI
interesting
Good to read such vibrant words, keep writing........How do you know me to be added to FB???
its a crime if you don't write more.
why this silence (kolaveri) after Onam?
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