Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Poetry 2010 FirstPrize Anila Mathew

Senile

Weeded out stoically
Leaves and flowers still green
Nurtured yesterday
A half sphere of life
Eight decades and five 
Solitude drags limply
The absolute release
Of these clipped and frail wings
Still away, afar
Drip-dripping away
Slowly, steadily, and incessantly
Golden memories
Precious faces
Fading away forever
Into the horizon
Delineated
Lines of toil and pain
Plain have become the palms

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