Perhaps,
Like a fleeting shooting star,
My memories
May vanish from your mind
In just a fraction of a moment...
It will be over.
Yet,
The echoes of my voice will linger,
Haunting your being
Like the mournful cry of
A solitary hornbill,
Yearning in the endless summer
From the faint whisper
Of my very being,
Tender shoots
Will sprout anew
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Author:
P Sudhakaran (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A memory.. an imagination...
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Comments1
The permanence of visual images is much shorter than that of auditory and here words linger. Nicely written
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