mails

mails

A Poem by poddar kushal

Mails

 

 

What time is it in U.S?

I am at this side of world

Bowed before roaring sea,

Thousands of miles in between,

My fingers fumble on keys.

 Go ether! Carry my words

To a friend from timeless truth.

 

Waters of same shade currents,

Waves and waves commingles,

Nations obliterate in

The mist of minds sending mails

The truths change accordingly.

 

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


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You really packed a lot of power and truth in such a short poem.

"Waters of same shade currents,
Waves and waves commingles,
Nations obliterate in
The mist of minds sending mails
The truths change accordingly."

You really have described the world that we live in. Great job with this one.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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great write! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very interesting take on the electronic age!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You really packed a lot of power and truth in such a short poem.

"Waters of same shade currents,
Waves and waves commingles,
Nations obliterate in
The mist of minds sending mails
The truths change accordingly."

You really have described the world that we live in. Great job with this one.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

What an intriquing write. It would have been perfect for a contest I ran called 'Message in a Bottle' - this reminds me of words you might place on a page and send off in a bottle across the sea. Great write.
Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India



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life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..

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