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A SONG IN THE MORNING
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I woke up like a flower in the morning
Walked along a street cozily chewing
A piece of thought, its like a sweet grape
Resembling the nipple of goddess Dawn!
With bubbling enthusiasm to make a poem
I washed with soap and polished my similes
Metaphors and other tools of art
And then laid them out on the table.
They looked like nymphs that came out freshly
From the pools of my prehistoric blood
Bunches of flowers and grapes were swinging
In the breezes of my wild fancy, in my throat!
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When blood leaping with love of my beloved
Was blooming beautiful springs in my mind,
Suddenly the fire from the kitchen burst into
My room and burnt down all my poetic wares!
The song which bathed in sorrow was still wet
With tears, as all the aspired words were lost!
~*~
-venkat.
Dt.31.3.2012.(Revised)
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