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Keatsian Lyre

Poetry by Remya Mohan, India

Friday, July 6, 2007

Eyes In Gray Marble

A flinching ballast brand of gray……………
Flickers in your bloodshot eyes……………..
Elgin Marbles polished white……………….
Branding irons sparking bright………..
Posted by Remya Mohan at 4:21 AM

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  • ▼  2007 (37)
    • ▼  July (37)
      • Father and Daughter
      • Ode to Henry Louis Vivian Derozio
      • Reflections
      • Cosmic Joy
      • To Mothers
      • Today's Child
      • Duty
      • Urban Delusion
      • Forgiveness
      • De-layering
      • Dilemma
      • Eyes In Gray Marble
      • Fly to Olympus
      • An Apotheosis
      • IDENTITY
      • Poetic Frenzy
      • Night
      • It started with the morning rain...
      • Purgatory
      • Soul Eclipse
      • Tradition
      • Links
      • Never Break
      • From Sylvia To Tom
      • My sin
      • To Our Dearest President of India :APJ Abdul Kalam
      • Why?
      • To feel
      • Let Go........
      • For My Friend
      • For a true friend: Written for Sudha Mohan, 1995
      • To live in your world
      • A Construct
      • On your Hand, John Keats
      • '5'
      • Light of Hope
      • Prophetic Dream

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