They met each night
In honor of
Etiquette
Elbows off the table
Silverware in its right place
The food treated
With frosty reverence
Dysfunction was no excuse
To sacrifice
Civility
An attempt to capture the essence of my thoughts and put them in bearable prose, or worse (as the unimaginative pun indicates). Not too different from my scribbles on paper, only a lot more legible.
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- Parth
- Father. Writer. Quizzer. Movie geek. Software guy. Music lover. Cricket follower. Dessert consumer.... You get the drift. The whole is the sum of all Parths. Author of 'r2i dreams'. Join the conversation at https://www.facebook.com/r2idreams
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4 comments:
sometimes your words bring back the befuddlement of unreason from childhood...
This serves as a good example of how everyone internalises and absorbs poetry. The vision you have presented is different than what I had in mind when I wrote this!
i'm sure it was... but that's also the beauty of great poetry... the very fact that it is open to so many readings.
@Piyu: Indeed. Thanks for stopping by.
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