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An Imperfect Palindrome

A pen.
A pen and a paper.
A pen and a paper and a plot.
A pen and a paper and a plot and a poet.
A poet and a plot and a paper and a pen.
A poet and a plot and a paper.
A poet and a plot.
A poet.

A perfect palindrome?
Starts and ends in uselessness.

SoUmY@

Comments

Rukhiya said…
This reads like a double edged sword. Uselessness and helplessness, how different are they?
December 27, 2008 4:03 AM
Cinderella said…
I dunno what it starts and ends in with...but it kinda scared me.

Would that be normal ?

Wonder how you began even thinking something like this...
December 27, 2008 6:41 AM
Jadis said…
One word.
Unique.

:)
Keep it up.
January 11, 2009 1:21 AM
Usha Pisharody said…
It's an evocative poem, Soumya, that makes one think of all that goes through a writer's mind and thoughts, till it crystallizes, or doesn't, when it ebbs and flows out of existence!

Somehow moved by it... the way it meanders in and out of the heart!
January 15, 2009 5:08 AM
Bharath said…
Loved the way you've constructed this;More like the way a brick is laid on the other.

Simplicity is a mirage, Its a seat for complex thoughts. This is one such simple,yet, a profound interpretation!

Glad to be reading your masterpieces after ages.

Hope you're doing fine.
God Bless..:)
January 20, 2009 11:37 PM
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