Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Mutilated word

Life is a set of

Mutilated words

The words of life

That have lost order

Needs a symphony

Of solace on flute

To weld them up

In the fire of love

But, here, they are so disfigured

That it is difficult to distinguish

Between vowels and consonants

The words have lost

Their lines and curves

But, lots of dots remain

And the dots grow bigger and bigger

And metamorphose into

Huge circles and deep gorges

Now everything is confined

In a ‘O’ circle

But, ‘O’ was not the first letter born

The letters that did not melt in fire

Have corroded in the soil

By Ismail Meladi

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