Her lithe lissome figure
had flashed as a whip
and stirred all my senses ablaze.
But one little turn and gone -
as a footnote in eye's varied page.
Stranded,
I pondered on a fact
that few of our sages have taught:
depending on angles of sight
a footnote is greater than a tome.
3 comments:
nice poem
Why don't you write anymore?
Robert,
It's nice to see that you still check my blog.I dont post as I used to because I lack inspiration. I dont want to repeat myself. Nor do I want to post just for the sake of it. I dont feel happy with my own creations.hence the silence.
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