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Pocket Full of Love


So this girl had a tiny pocket,
Smaller than the smallest bucket.
But she made good use of it,
So she had no time to sit.                                  
In the pocket she went around collecting
A golden powder, always shimmering.
It shone brightly on her hands,
Each time she held the powdery sand.
She loved the glittery color,
She loved the subtle perfume,
She loved the powdery touch,
And sometimes the bitter sweet taste.
She loved the powder so much,
That she travelled till Deutsch,
Assembling the powder,
As her pocket grew crowded.
Always in a frenzy,
She went around collecting.
One fine morning on her way,
When she couldn’t find more,
To add to her exiting store,
She paused from her frenzy,
And felt her pocket weightless.
It couldn’t be.
She had found so much of the powder
And now it felt like it had all blown with the wind,
Or washed with the waves,
Or simply passed into nothingness!
With much anticipation and a little doubt,
She put her hand
Into the Pocket Full of Love.
Only to realize
That there had been a hole all this while,
In her pocket full of love.
Sadly, she cried and cried
And swore to never love love.
She blamed herself
And she blamed the world.
Melancholic and distressed,
She kept walking ahead.
Forgetting to look back,
At the lane behind her,
Shimmering with the powder
That had fallen out,
From her Pocket full of love!
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  1. Bani28 February 2012 at 03:12

    brings a smile to face face (again) =)
    shall 'paint' The 'Pocket full of love'soon... :* thanks!!
    ~love and lots gold! =)
    ps-i like the new background and design..

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  2. Aks28 February 2012 at 06:22

    You can see how hard I tried to stick to a rhyme scheme! But, Dayumm! :D And glad you liked it! :)

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  3. Anonymous28 February 2012 at 06:31

    That was wonderful :)

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  4. Aks29 February 2012 at 05:56

    Thank You! :)

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  5. Amritorupa Kanjilal 5 March 2012 at 19:49

    Hello Aks, this is my first time on your blog, and I liked it very much. Your poetry is whimsical and fanciful, and very enjoyable to read. I also liked that you are a fan of Pablo Neruda. So am I!

    I recently started a new blog, about books and book reviews. Please have a look at http://riversihaveknown.wordpress.com/
    Please visit it, and if you like it, please become a follower. I am looking forward to feedback from you to help me improve my style.
    Hoping you like my blog as much as i liked yours!
    Amritorupa Kanjilal

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