EVENTS
They gave you a silver bowl
They forgot you have
No food to keep in it.
They gave you a necklace
They didn't notice
Your collarbone would subdue it.
You've got chandelier
But where's the ceiling?
They gave you gold pitchers
But the river has dried,
The wells lidded and taps
Releasing blood.
Talking of blood,
New fuel when the earth
Fails to leak the old one?
( another of my poems from my book of poetry One Hundred Poems published by Writers Workshop.)
About Me
- Lahari Chatterji
- I am an Indian, born in 1984.I am a poet and an engineer in the field of IT. My first book of poetry entitled One Hundred Poems has been published by Writers Workshop, a reputed publishing outlet. My other interests include painting, singing, reading, listening to music, making friends and window shopping.
8 comments:
very nice. Everyone can relate himself/herself to this poem in someway or other.
lovely symmetry with the lines here. :) and it makes a great segue into the final lines, talking about the earth. Makes for a great conclusion with breadth and scope, moving the focus from the individual to the world. :)
It is very nice, sadly I can only write poetry that rhymes.
Bye!
I like the blood/fuel juxtaposition. Nice work.
metaphors.
great play with the transition from the individual subject to the universal personification.
nice, very very nice...
very nice! I need to look into book.
Hey nice work dear. No wonder there are 100 more and that too published ones;) Kp writin....
The starkness is quite chilling.
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