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The Half

15.
THE HALF
The Song half-sung mine
The unending and crude,
The Dance becoming harsh gesture,
The Earned nil, the unachieved the Full,
Running day-night,
Even after the rain, in vain!
 
Concealed the shadow even,
You the Magician the unparalleled
Dense, blue-deep forest, ceaseless
Straight lined trees, the silence frightening
The heart breaking Thunder, now and then
The lone I am, direction unknown
The Circle Magical, psychedelic, kaleidoscope!
 
Amidst the dark, the blind I am
Inside the cabinet not pearls but filth;
The Independence is a mirage; for
Every thing is half done, but
Paid the full, whom shall I bribe?
 
 
28-9-2011
Note-
The heart-breaking Thunder=the present political
                                               scenario 
Half done=shows the insincerity 
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Poetry.com 3.8 out of 5 based on 4 votes.
Cody Connors More than 1 year ago
I like what you got to write. Intrigues me.
Samuel Maccorrio More than 1 year ago
Typos aside, the word usage and descriptive verses were great.
drkgbalakrishnan kandangath More than 1 year ago
good
Jeff Mixon More than 1 year ago
Like the descriptors here a lot.
drkgbalakrishnan kandangath More than 1 year ago
good
thomas jerry More than 1 year ago
Good
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