Monday, September 6, 2010

Brow
******
The blade of
time bleeds
upon your brow,
'nother line etched
deep, you
wonder how...

Everything decays,
skin, bone and tooth,
a wrinkle is but,
the sad memory
of youth.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (7/9/2010)
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1 comment:

Rupkamal said...

This is one of your more simpler poems, I think. Love the simplicity yet there is grace in it.

September 18, 2010 at 9:44:00 AM PDT

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