Over the river and through deep dark woods,
yonder the city skyline,
spread of winding roadways.
Linking with RonovanWrites : River and Path
Linking with yeahwrite.me weekly poetry challenge
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Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai)
Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai) On the auspicious occasion of Guru Nanak Dev Ji's Gurpurab, this poem emerges as a ...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
Nice juxtaposition of the natural and the manmade. I especially like the image in the last line.
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For some reason this reminded me a little of red riding hood, only the path is the road and the wolf is the unknown of the city.
ReplyDeleteI am so honored to hear such inspiring words.. To be compared to biggest folklore is super amazing.. Thank you so much.
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This is paints a nice picture. I thought of red riding hood also.
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A great poem. It reminded me of little red riding hood.
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