A Conversation

A Conversation prose poem

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It was astounding sitting under the stars,
the words were set free out of all bars,
emotions and feelings were ready to pour,
as if someone had opened long awaited doors.

There was so much to share and speak,
which was full of depth though sounding weak,
asking each other to share the pain,
without any hidden profits or monitory gains.

The heart was pondering on all we felt,
as if trying to hold an ice cube which is ready to melt,
relationships and love was the subject of the talk,
as we carried on the things and had a walk.

The complications of life and web of relations,
was very confusing even more than the polity of nations,
but after we got over after all that we shared,
I can feel the peace in my heart and it was the best conversation I ever had.

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Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao

The complications of life and relations are truly confusing most of the times, as you have rightly observed. Similarly sharing of thoughts and feelings with one whom you love is one way of easing the mind of the burden of such confusions and walk the chosen path with a light head and cheerful mind.



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