Hundred scripts, unfathomable
Engrave inside my crinckle heart
The oozings of certain despair
In abounding desolation
of the setting sun
The west crimson, far; and
The deepest point of the dead sea
All forlorn
As a host of invisible guest
or, the
Muted musk of the spotted deer
6 thoughts on “Deepest Point”
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An interesting, challenging poem filled with striking images.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Jee.
sad note is striking
So much thanks Madhumathi ji.
we fear the wrath of the deep …its darkness and silence, could be accompanied with the strong current that brings you elsewhere… let the heart be strong and never despair…
So much thanks for the boost poet soul Suzette Portes San jose.