Weeping in riddles for the truth that lies
behind a fine curtain, an inbox of life
Silent suns pass through the street today
razing brazen souls with invisible rays
A bell tinkles in a memory classroom
an unwiped blackboard clings to chalk dust
Catching a few drops of merciful rain
for youth’s sake, we move on and away
stray pages flutter in yesterday’s breeze
showing us dreams abandoned on the way.
-Reena Prasad
This poem with its couplet form and beautiful images and shifting points of view speaks to me as a good one.
Thank you. You focus on the strenghts Ampat sir, it is encouraging.
*strengths