Thursday, February 3, 2011

Poem 78 - Queer Picture

A painted picture telling the full tale
Very Early Morning, Ships Sail
People walk on the sandy beach
Gods face appears on the clouds, too far to reach

He looks from his soft, happy eyes
He hears the laughter, the winds cries
His face vanishes as suddenly as it came
He seemed to be playing some funny game

Two old men, have a friendly talk
Get up from their bench, begin to walk
They walk along the shore
Walk half a kilometer or more

They look at the sea, the crashing waves
Look the other way see some caves
They See something, One man points at a life ring
Inside was a soap, nothing exciting

They walk on looking here and there
Their feeling to each other they share
Nobody having a loss of words
They kept talking about some rare birds

One man bends picks a handful of cold abrasive sand
He puts it into the other mans hand
The man takes the sand puts it on his beard
Why was the man acting so weird?

Suddenly realized, it was just one of Gods tricks
To Gods original position the man changed
Had God come to observe me
But in a minute God I could Not see

Well All The Same
God was playing his game
I left wondering why God had done this
He could have left after at least giving me a kiss
-Gaurang Rao


  1. An interesting picture for sure. I enjoyed reading your take on it.


  2. A very touching post. Thank you!

  3. Maybe God did leave a kiss in a form we don't realize, such as the wind against our faces or the the sand on which we walk.

  4. Sheilagh Lee said:I think you are a very talented poet.

  5. What an intriquing stop on our little journey through Alphabe-Thursday's letter "Q".

    I really enjoyed your imagery and word crafting here.

    Thank you for linking.


  6. Nice, whimsical walk on the beach. I like those old dudes. Thanks.


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