The Lost Planet – Pluto

The Lost Planet   Pluto short poem

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After the silence of the pith-black night,
I found that last drop of my eyes painted on my uniform,
may be it’s time to bid adieu, may be it’s time to say..
In the chaos of multiple serendipities in your life,
my voice is silently giving away…
my classical cliché is fading out in similar chaos since ages,
and you admit another discovery of a planet named Pluto, or may be a star.

Poet’s note: The poem is about an Army officer, who has just arrived from a war to his home after a very long period of time and gets to know that his girlfriend is marrying some other person.

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A wonderful but sad poem. I liked the way you descibed his desolation about war and girlfriend.
A man takes time after war to readjust and changes so much with the experince that past girlfriends are not matches anymore.


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