Bow And Arrow

Bow is moulded by the soul.

Its mighty strings tensed to roar.

Wood is curved and battle-rolled,

and would twang to bow or soar.

Arrow piloted by mind

headed to distant armours.

But its steel-eyes, feathered hind

might trail a path amorous.

A bowyer prides in his craft.

A fletcher juggles his shafts.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

4 thoughts on “Bow And Arrow

  1. Amita Paul

    We often take “ bow and arrow “ as one unit in thinking about this traditional “ weapon “. The poet in this poem not only distinguished between the two but also highlights the contrasts between them, which is the hallmark of original poetic thought and exercise of imaginative logic .


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