Simply - words that rhymed

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That place that is dark
and filled with light
That snow that is wet
and red with fright

The bag that is slashed
The gut that has burst
The middle that was last
The second that was first

The burn that is angry
The wound that is dried
The music that is deaf
The corpse that has cried

The glass that is burnt
The spill that is spread
The cloth that is jagged
The joy that is dread

The place that is light
The level that is steep
The cave that is bloody
The eyes with no sleep.



My tenth day without slumber.

Comments

Nagesh Pai said…
Is Raat ki subah jaane kab hogi !

Ummeedon ke aasman par udta hua neend ka panchi, raat ko nahin to din ko zaroor tumhare nainon main basera basayega.

So beware, dont get caught sleeping in office during daytime!!
and count sheep at night, it works!!

the results of your insomnia are magnificent though! (another backhander hehe)

Cheers!
NAgesh
4:08 PM
Mukta Raut said…
hee hee! funny! humor keeps me awake though - so THANKS A LOT! :-D
4:13 PM
R. said…
umm since I have the same problem, i'm thinking of attending a class or two in school again....those days I could sleep anywhere! any class! sigh
6:01 PM
Mukta Raut said…
hi r.

don't count on it. :-D
4:10 PM
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