Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem 140 - Kaleidoscopes


Beautiful coloured objects creating a design
The mirrors reflecting the beads, making them shine
In the cylindrical container, colours seem to fly
Me and my sister - through the hole we do spy
We both fight for it, suddenly it breaks, now not hers nor mine
-Gaurang Rao

8 comments:

  1. Fantastic. I love how youth is so lovingly rendered.

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  2. Perfectly told, your Magpie Tale.

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  3. Exemplary lead-up, finish. Love this.

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  4. Really Good:)Had beautiful ending.

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  5. so sweet !! I thought there would be a line aout the scolding to follow ;)

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  6. Wrapped up so beautifully!
    Lovely creative page, loved your work!

    Short Poems

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