Thursday, October 22, 2009

Ema's tender hands





Ema’s tender hands
Weary of
Creating flowers
One day
Grew barbwires
from her slender fingers


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6 comments:

  1. Gathering of broken wingsOctober 27, 2009 at 2:52 AM

    this is so sweet the picture and the poem.. It reminds me of your and my mom who have endured us unconditionally....their mad crazy and wild daughters...just love them
    Shreema

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  2. JyotiOctober 27, 2009 at 5:03 AM

    nice poetry as well as pics!!!

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  3. merina.mNovember 2, 2009 at 8:45 AM

    I really felt goosbumps .. dm nice short one..

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  4. Soibam HaripriyaNovember 2, 2009 at 11:15 PM

    :)

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  5. The world of nonexistants November 5, 2009 at 1:06 AM

    Your pics of Nobab reminds me of the Poinu Loukhouba in the winter time....

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  6. Ronid Aka AkhuNovember 18, 2009 at 5:56 AM

    Bhai Nanggi sebot se cha-hao manam nambi eromba yamhaobado malle. :)

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