Edges of Poem

I know no other way to express dichotomy of my thoughts that creeps in from time to time. All the events and things around me that made one to think afresh are put here through few frugal words, probably expressing some meaning.

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Sunday, March 19, 2006

NO IMMORTAL POEM

Chest burst out of pain
blood and flesh spill all over the sky and the earth
again I’ve failed to write that immortal poem
which I’ve longed for years.

No words could be closed to your faith.
Each line conceived ends in frustration,
and ridicules me that I’ve failed again
to make you immortal in my poem
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