This poem was composed few days after I banged the rear of my car against a tree. It was an episode I can never forget throughout my life.
THE ACCIDENT
Passing by one afternoon,
I noticed pieces of broken glass,
Scattered all over the ground.
Reflecting the leaves above,
The tears from the tree,
Solidified and lay beside it.
Perhaps it grieved because
Of its strong wooden trunk.
The proud red car had shrunk.
A collision or an explosion,
Or was it lack of vision.
Who is to take the blame for the loss?
I took time to pause.
The stupidity built up over the years,
Took half a second to break.
It was over, the stock had been cleared.
I went onwards, the glass pieces,
An ugly residue; the leaves still reflected!
The technical aspects of poetry writing has been clearly deviated. Composed on the 19th December 2007.
Ha ha ha!
ReplyDeleteEven I remember seeing the glass pieces! lol :P
hey damn good mira.... i think i wud keep reading this poem atleast for five more times to understand the technical aspect of it :P
ReplyDeleteBy 'technical aspect', I meant the metre, the sound, rhyme, metaphors, oxymoron, alliterations and the general flow of words.
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