Saturday 2 June 2007

The old railway line

Single, deserted and largely unused
writing many letters in rotting wood

Here is one rusty metal rail for another
giving warm company to each other

Their beautiful and parallel lives
always joins hands at the horizons

And so they run to it, wishing to meet
but never'll come closer than three feet!

2 comments:

Rex Maximus said...

poetry-la meter konjam idikkuthunnu ninaikkiren

AruneM said...

naana solla vara matter purinja, meter free vittudalaam :)