In the Morning Mist of Our School Playground
The Extreme freshness of those misty mornings,
that surrounds my mind and my body...........
The feeling of your killing presence..
Spelt by the cool breeze, that you are around.
The very fragrance of your presence
deeply penetrates my mind, body and soul,
There I hear, the birds' singing,
A cuckoo coos, or is it your voice ?
Perhaps you whispered in my ear, "Hey Himanshu"
My heart beats stopped "Is that you ?"
Oh no ! How can it be you ?
You have left me years ago....
Still I always keep looking,
You always keep hiding, but..
I know, you are the mist, the mist is you.
Deep in the mist, the time is frozen........
A teenage boy, a uniformed girl..
Bets his life, for his eternal love.
But you chose to be practical.....
Just kill the heart and dissolve in the mist..
Today perhaps the same mysterious mist
goes to some hills and tall buildings.
But I am always there, looking for you..
deep in the mist, with my eternal hope...
But I am sure, you still come to that.....
early morning mist of our school playground.
by Himanshu Lakhani
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About this poem
A schoolboy, after passing high school, goes to college but unable to forget the beautiful time he had at school with his friend and he misses everything in practical life.....hence this poem. From Himanshu Lakhani
Written on November 27, 1993
Submitted by imageprint123 on September 11, 2021
Modified by imageprint123 on September 11, 2021
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AX BC BX DX XE EX DX EF XX XG GA EX XC FX |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,125 |
Words | 193 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
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