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| kabul, 2005 |
But in vain;
And memories give more pain;
With thoughts disdain
Under frozen rain,
I wander in solitary strain.
The gloom of winter
Give way to spring!
How like a cuckoo
I wait to sing;
I’ am a coiled spring. . .
[ Written during the cold snowy winters of Kabul ]
I like "I am coiled Spring"...its funny actually. Clap Clap:-)
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ReplyDeleteThe moon consoles ne
ReplyDeleteBut in vain;
They don't go together.
May be moon tried to console you in vain.
As Deeoa says
ReplyDeleteI am a coiled spring is cool. I am going to use it in office tomorrow.
I will deliberately try to mention this to someone in the office. Yes it is that cool.
poetically they go perfectly together Raghupati and it means exactly wat Ashok wrote..."the moon consoles him in vain"
ReplyDeletecrisply written ashok...
I mean, if the moon consoles you, you are already comforted. Then, the next line does not make sense.
ReplyDeleteits like this Rajesh....
DeleteI feed ur hunger..but u remain hungry!
I quench ur thirst..but u remain thirsty!
I satisfy u with an answer..but ur question remains!!!
Reply convincing. Yet unconvinced.
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Beautiful Ashok! I enjoy the flow of words u write on fall. Could understand the pain in deep.
ReplyDeletelovely words...nicely crafted lines!
ReplyDeleteWell written.Touching.
ReplyDeleteGloomy winter I can't stand but nice closing line of coiled spring ~
ReplyDeleteNicely thought and beautifully owen words!
ReplyDeleteFeelings well put in words.Nice Ashok.
ReplyDeleteThank you Asok for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteWell, nicely written poem.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteHello ashok;) I have no sense of rhyme or poetrie. I think it's just very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful, Ashok!
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful Ashok!
ReplyDeleteYou write beautifully Ashok
ReplyDelete:( Sad but nice !
ReplyDeletethe poet in the artist
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely marvelous. You never fail to impress.
ReplyDeleteGreat to be back here.
A neat verse, Ashok:)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!!!!
ReplyDeleteNice. These must bring back memories for you.
ReplyDeleteWe all wait for spring to come. No body likes going back to those frozen memories, but we all do :)
ReplyDeleteA coiled spring - what genius in your words!
ReplyDeleteDespair in the 1st verse and hope in the next! Yes, hope has to be retained!
ReplyDeleteYou set the bleak mood so well.
ReplyDeleteThe poem brought out the essence of this winter picture.. lovely choice of words too Ashok, yes, waits should always be with hope and optimism.The transition to spring itself is a way of the nature telling us this truth!
ReplyDeleteyou have explained it :) Thanks Padmaja
DeleteKabul? Have you read Khaled Hosseini? I am a GREAT fan of him. And all his writings. I want to read more and more about Kabul and Afghanistan because of him. Please do? :)
ReplyDelete**I wait to sing;
I’ am a coiled spring. . .
These lines make me smile :)
Hi Crystal...Whenever someone comes to know that I had worked in Kabul, the topic goes to "The Kite Runner" at some point of time :) ...Glad to know you are a fan of Hosseini!
DeleteWow! This is beautiful and you well penned Ashok.
ReplyDeleteHugs
That picture was amazing
ReplyDeleteyou are such a nice artist......
ReplyDeletebeautiful poems and excellent art work....
and thanks for visiting my blog...which gave me opportunity to see yours.
regards
anu
Superb,,Rhymes coiled together..
ReplyDeleteand the last line , adds to It
You are so talented with words as well as with paint. This poem is lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis post makes me chill..it's cold in a good way :)
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