two small poems
Dead-and-alive
Verses on pages fall beyond rehearse
as reserves in thoughts progress, reverse
lines lie dead like writers’ hearse,
revealed and alive by healing readers.
Gears
Eyes and ears are drivers of a kind
hands that compose through light and sound
as organs they nest inside the mind
to chirp the tale of what is around.
© supratik 2023
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I enjoyed these poems very much, especially the first one, I like the way you have woven the words around. Sue.
Thank you so much Sue. But I’m replying after one year I can’t even say sorry. Ashamed at my irresponsibility.
Supratik