Mad Poetry - Poem Two
By Suchitra Manpuri
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Write... it says: 'Write what?” I ask myself.
No one knows what's there at the end
It's all in their head that they make up
Theories of confusion bundled into one
Trying to navigate the world with their thesis
Peculiar are the ways they argue
Since they are being swallowed by their own words
Words are strangling them yet they avoid silence
Silences that have an answer with no words
Only when words are silenced there can be an answer......
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Another lovely piece. Your
Another lovely piece. Your imagery is strong and interesting. I would like to read more of it.
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This poem gives the
This poem gives the impression of having a lot of thought/enquiry behind it. Good that you've rendered that down to so few words.
If I'm not guilty of the charge at line five. Which I must be, inevitably.
Parson Thru
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Echoing London_calling's
Echoing London_calling's comment - some great imagery in this piece. Could you please confirm that brilliant photo you've used is copyright free Suchitra?
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