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Long Night

On an unknown road, in a moonless night
I start for home
Not sure of reaching my destination
As death haunts the place
I shudder with fear of unknown
But for the light of love
I am engulfed in darkness
My guiding voice inspires me,
Shows me the right way,
Makes sure I'm safe
And then...
It's time to bid good night!

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  1. P. VenugopalSaturday, 05 December, 2009

    Good morning poet!

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  2. CharuSaturday, 05 December, 2009

    :) Good morning... But does it qualify as a poem? I don't know what it is... but this happened to me two nights back... there was a fatal accident and the cops had blocked a strech of the road that leads to my house... I had to take hitherto unseen roads...

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  3. P. VenugopalSaturday, 05 December, 2009

    hello Charu, there is an innocence in this, which is poetry. this is the way to write. i am not an expert in poetry, but i know when something touches and i consider it as poetry. simple. don't try writing poetry. just write poetry when it comes to you. just relax and write.

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  4. ImaginationSunday, 06 December, 2009

    Its beautiful and straight from your heart.

    Why do you want to write poetry? I mean as Venuji has said an effort in writing.. just write your thoughts..

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  5. CharuMonday, 07 December, 2009

    :) thank you so much for appreciating it... This is my experience... not a bid to write poetry... but I'm glad to know that it touched Venu sir and Kalpana found it beautiful... though the experience was ugly ;)

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  6. P. VenugopalTuesday, 08 December, 2009

    you seem to be tense returning home after the late night work at the desk. i remember reading another piece also describing this fear.

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  7. CharuTuesday, 08 December, 2009

    :) not always... actually my new house is in the suburbs of the city and it takes longer time to be home... and this day was particularly bad... I had to take some congested roads inside the industrial area and I had no clue where was I going to reach... moreover the glances that a girl gets from other drivers do make her uncomfortable, especially at night

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  8. Kalpana BinduFriday, 11 December, 2009

    Beautiful were your words, I mean how beautifully you have put in your thoughts into words and I belive that is what it is all about...whether it is poetry or not should not be the idea

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  9. CharuMonday, 21 December, 2009

    :) thanku

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  10. RohitWednesday, 07 April, 2010

    It sure is not the poetry but its something better than that i think.
    People trying to be poet are wrong. Expressing yourself with right words is poetry.

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