Sunday, October 11, 2009

 
In her fleeting knock is everything -
Swift semaphore that maps
a cursory content; just
that hint of trepidation, and
the denouement before she moves on...

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# posted by The Wholesome Satyr @ 10:26 am
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big words i dont get, not even at 32 :D
# posted by Blogger Tinky Toinkers : 2:12 am
 
....and you an mphil n all :P!
# posted by Blogger The Wholesome Satyr : 4:12 am
 
no mphil. gave up on that bit of ambition :) stopped at MA, stuck at being a ma now :P
# posted by Blogger Tinky Toinkers : 8:50 am
 
B.A. retire thheye chhey?
# posted by Blogger The Wholesome Satyr : 11:32 am
 
absolutely stunning as usual
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 1:21 pm
 
thank you anon - tho' it is not 'as usual' anymore. more like 'unusual' if one could write like this any more :)
# posted by Blogger The Wholesome Satyr : 7:51 am
 
nice poem satyr.
# posted by Blogger Spider42 : 4:43 am
 
Thanks Dude.
# posted by Blogger The Wholesome Satyr : 6:33 am
 
Thank you Shubham.
# posted by Blogger The Wholesome Satyr : 10:59 am
 
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