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The Clothes-Line

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Crowned Poem, English Poetry

You sit and drink your morning cup of tea
Over-looking a clothes-line
Where memories hang out to dry
And it drips and drops
And get seeped into the soil…
Bits and pieces of your thoughts
Never to resurface again.

Are you glad you have no memory now to nurture?
Are you glad your clothes are getting dry?

16 Comments

  1. Vishvnand says:

    beautiful. Liked immensely.
    What a fantastically pleasing analogy !!

  2. shalu says:

    Loved this one has a very deep effect, good wirite keep it up 🙂

  3. Priyal says:

    Where memories hang out to dry..
    thought n narration merged well..immense

  4. ULHAS says:

    boss great……………all stars for you

  5. Gion Gion says:

    Anirban,
    a good piece. I love the everydayness of the imagery to convey the deep introspection.
    This took me back a long way. Thank you for that and the last lines.
    They fit the poem only better than they fit those long ago days.
    “Are you glad you have no memory now to nurture? – YES!
    Are you glad your clothes are getting dry?” – YES!

  6. renu rakheja says:

    deep- well written

  7. purabi says:

    lovely….stream of well dipped words!welcome2 p4p.

  8. medhini says:

    A good poem with deep meaning.

  9. @Gion Gion, i am glad you liked the piece… but it’s kinda scary when you realize that you are running out of memory – and that you cant remember – is it good or bad? subjective i guess… it’s as if one has Alzheimer – but has his memories been so bad that he is now glad that he is forgetting them OR so good that he is scared to lose his only identity and his life – his memory…

  10. @Vishvnand, everyday life has so many analogies to offer – all we need to do is see it in the rite perspective i guess… or as many difft perspectives 🙂

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