I knew well how to converse
but after meeting you,
I am learning and unlearning,
life is moving in reverse.
Like a little baby's hearty blabber,
I talk my heart out,
ask endless questions
and discuss my every doubt,
still, you always lend your ear.
Just a message,
or sometimes... just a word,
a syllable or sometimes only a question mark
and you appear...
opps, not you,
but next to your name that green mark
It shines and brightens-up my face
& I rememeber that boy from RACE
& how joy lit-up his face
as he COMPLETED the race last place.
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DR SACHIDANAND DAS
Agreed, every poem does not have a title.
October 4th, 2014
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Yea.. though here the title is used metaphorically.........
October 4th, 2014
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:D
October 4th, 2014