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| Arnico |
Posted
on 28-Nov-02 12:03 PM
She was born into a world
where touch came back as love,
she could feel the world's pulse
and was understood by the world.
Something happened, she doesn't know how.
She touches something soft, it cowers in fear,
it freezes, it bites and it runs from her.
she begins to cry,
but the world can't hear.
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| Arnico |
Posted
on 28-Nov-02 12:04 PM
[A feeble attempt at poetry...]
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 28-Nov-02 01:33 PM
Arnicoji,
Your poem looks like a good start! And it's certainly NOT feeble.
My spontaneous interpretation: The girl has discovered her "inner" self that is "untouched" by the loving hand of the world of her upbringing. And finds that this self is vulnerable, hurting, and resentful. She laments this state, but the world, whose love was just a facade, is deaf to her realization.
Your poem paints the true picture of self-discovery beneath a facade of self-presentation that we as human beings experience at every bend of life.
I encourage you to pursue poetry without "khutta taaning " yourself! :)
In peace.
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| red_herring |
Posted
on 28-Nov-02 02:27 PM
My take: I think Arnico's poem is about a gal born in some Nepali village scathed by Maoist guerrillas. The girl, who saw peace --and who didn't know the meaning of war and it's ramifications -- before the inception of Maoist activities, is deeply impacted by recent activities in her village, and she is absolutely heartbroken.
Of course, the poem can be extended to further encompass insurrections in other parts of the globe.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 29-Nov-02 12:11 AM
Arnico...
Nice! :) don't want to analyse or assume too much into your poetry; will talk to you when I meet you at chat!
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| Tropical |
Posted
on 29-Nov-02 10:15 AM
Sitara ji,
You once said that you don't chat. Given the fact that you have photographic memory I presume you still remember. What happened?
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| Arnico |
Posted
on 29-Nov-02 12:22 PM
Simplegal and Red Herring: Interesting interpretations. They are both very different from what I had in mind... but that's the beauty of poetry...
Simplegal: calling it a feeble attempt was not meant to be a humble statement (or pulling my own leg)... rather it was an arrogant statement, comparing the product to what I think I should be able to produce (if I spent more time). :)
Sitara ji: I did chat with you this morning... so you know...
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 29-Nov-02 09:10 PM
Tropical ji
I do have a photographic memory :)....so do you for that matter!
So let me rephrase that statement as two months have passed since I made that statement!
I Used to not chat! :) Now I do occasionally! I went to check out what all the hype about chat was and guess what...I got hooked!...hehe well kinda sorta! :)
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 30-Nov-02 12:39 PM
arnico dai,
being in kathmandu brings out the poet in you, hoina ta? anyways, a nice poem..
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