I spread my net
far and wide,
to catch the
pearls of word,
and string
a necklace of
love songs for you.
You came in like a
hurricane,
strewing everything
on your path.
My heart leaped,
rupturous waves
of emotion ran
through it,
and left me
speechless.
I am drained,
words left me,
leaving me a pauper.
And now
you are asking
to build for you, a
Tajmahal of poem?
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Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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You should make a book of your love poetry. Very nice.
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Thanks Oneta. So sweet of you to say that.
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You the Weaver of lustrous pearly words,
go build that Taj Mahal with the best white marble available on earth, for the Maharani Sultana ( by the way, this is the name of two of Noku’s Original Paintings).
You should work on publishing your books. Think about it.
Thank you for your regular dose of beautiful poems both in Assamese and in English.
Regards,
Jebeen
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I don’t write prose , do shall just say thank you.
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Then could have written a short Thank you poem! 😃 I won’t mind!
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😀😀
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