The following poem tries to describe the life of a physically challenged person who is filled with positivity and has an enormous experience of life, but still finds something missing when the end arrives….The personification of a window says it….
THE WINDOW
I’ve seen the little raindrop winning
the race that seemed so unfulfilling!
I thought the wind helped it down the row.
But it were those tiny drops that
merged within, in the flow!
On my panes, lay the dolloping snow.
But inside the curve, was a warmth of glow.
I saw a thousand seasons pass by.
On me did the snails slowly try
to reach their homes, in the yawning dusk.
I wake up with a misty flux
and the names of love all over me.
So unclear and hazy, yet written joyfully.
Though never opened, I couldn’t help!
Though stuck; I wanted to swing on the edge of myself…
But still somehow, I was made to grin,
by the falling leaves that danced and spin.
I see my glass shatter, cracking to begin.
Oh I wish! I wish to feel another droplet winning!
Penned by- Soumya Somani
Originally written on- Aug23,2018
The comparison, analogy, with the raindrop with its illusion, is great. A sweetness of poetry very meaning to start the morning in Caracas. Have a good weekend.
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Thank you very much!! I’m glad you liked it! You too have a good weekend!💫
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Amazingly beautiful stuff mate & loved ur writing style !!
Keep going !!
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Thank you so much friend! Glad to hear from you!
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My absolute pleasure dear frnd ❤️
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Wonderfully written 🌹🌹. Really felt your heart in it.
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Thank you so much!💫
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Very welcome.😊
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What a brave piece😎
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Thanks!!😁😎
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Beautiful metaphor! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Superb poem with a perfect personalisation
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Thank you so much!!
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