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The Colour of Water

Rain falling, day after day,
as if trying to clean off
our permanent stains,
but all it does is discolour
this well-worn shirt,
and wash the memory
of all the passing seasons
from the walls.

This is not summer
nor autumn nor winter:
sometimes I recognize myself,
then forget.

Maybe after so much rain
all colour will be washed out
and my shirt then be the colour of water.

 

8.9.2008

 

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Toni Warburton

I love this poem.
In cobalt blue pigment, I wrote it with a fine brush   on a small clay water cup.
Where my touch was light, characters faded in the firing.
Thank you.

pankaj kumar

how to post own poem at this site ?

Peter

This is a very evocative poem, and inspires me to music. I hope you will like the result!

manisha

it is a really nice poem

Jennifer

Perceptive piece!

stikeve

great poem. it helped me  in hindi project

stikeve

realy helped me with project on hindi

Nicky

Mmmm very nice, I like this poem! thank you Mohan 

 

Dilip

Very nice poem Mohan  short yet meaningful…

शायद कोई रंग ही ना बचे किसी सदी में इतनी बारिश के बाद 
यह कमीज तब पानी के रंग की होगी !

Its nice to understand with you..

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