May 7, 2013

The Coconut

Rugged hair
Browned shell
Takes a lot to break
Let the thought not dwell

Soft inside
Pure and white
Hardened with time
Still feels the bite

Poke a hole
The water trickles
Drop by drop
As the moments drizzle



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  1. rahul karmakarMay 7, 2013 at 10:48 PM

    Nice. I like poems that rhyme, and this one is real good. If poems don't rhyme, I call them vertical prose :-)

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    1. Mallika Baruah BorkakotyMay 8, 2013 at 3:43 AM

      Thanks Rahul!...yeah I like verses that rhyme too...I feel that they lose their beauty and simplicity otherwise.........vertical prose...that's funny....very apt name :-)

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