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

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8 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 26, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    Fantastic. I love how youth is so lovingly rendered.

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  2. HelenApril 26, 2011 at 9:26 PM

    Perfectly told, your Magpie Tale.

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  3. Steve IsaakApril 26, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    Exemplary lead-up, finish. Love this.

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  4. Mixed..FeelingsApril 27, 2011 at 1:19 PM

    Really Good:)Had beautiful ending.

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  5. AnonymousApril 28, 2011 at 12:29 PM

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

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  6. hyperCRYPTICalApril 28, 2011 at 7:22 PM

    Bravo Gaurang! Well done!

    Anna :o]

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  7. R. Burnett BakerApril 29, 2011 at 5:02 AM

    Well written, Gaurang!

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  8. Short PoemsApril 29, 2011 at 12:53 PM

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

    Short Poems

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