Just A Plain Surface
little talks
long silences
from inside is heard
a sudden scream
that doesn't go
beyond the boundary
yet lips break into a smile
nothing gets revealed on the surface
the self-consuming fire
artistically arranges
heaps of ashes in
attractive patterns
sometimes a phoenix
throws itself out of the heap
none notices the bird!
30sep2009
00.58hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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