A blue glass cup
On a window sill did sit
One spot of milk on the saucer
And that’s all there was to it.
Through the lemony lace curtains,
A mossy meadow stretched
A russet sky dipped in yonder
And crystal-pricks of stars it fetched.
The cup and droplet trembled like wisteria,
In a passing truck’s milky light,
With dirge like melody they sighed…
Guess who’d watched ‘Brokeback Mountain’ last night?
4 comments:
very nice :)
hi neha,
thanks. :-D
Hi Mukta,
I am not much into poetry but could understand the theme!Nice one!
I visited your blog to return the compliment!I thought I will write a nice comment on your best blog entry and now I am having a tough time deciding your best entry.
I am giving up on the effort of finding the 'bestest' among the best.It it too much for someone as lazy as me. If there was a way, I would rather comment the entire blog!
hi lezi,
thank you. I like your blog too.
:-D
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