Friday, January 22, 2016

The Pillow!

“I whispered my secrets
Upon that pillow
Every night
In return
It sang me my poetry
As lullaby
And being generous
Than any of acquaintance
Gave me words
To decorate my slumbering eyes
For dreams had proved
Rather nightmarish;
Nights are long
And dawn never far
Amidst all this chaos
I find it there, every night
Silently awaiting me to return
A companion for life, the pillow!”

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 22/01/2016
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2 comments:

  1. ManicJanuary 23, 2016 at 1:08 AM

    Fabulous poem my friend - so evocative of those moments of isolation that inspires great words - kudos Praveen

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