Metaphor: The Impatient Pulse

drelayaraja on Nov 16, 2009

Tags: death, drelayaraja, elayaraja, hospital, Life, patient, pulse

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On death and its reality.

Metaphor: The Impatient Pulse

There were neither therapies nor any remedies,

The soul was listening to its last melodies.

Became a patient in a diseased ward,

The always raring heart became very patient,

This space is now for someone else.

No one could stop the impatient pulse.

Dr.P.Elayaraja

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Comments (20)

wonder on Nov 16, 2009
A deep meaning with an irony, just wonderful.
AlmaG on Nov 16, 2009
Great poem
Kip Spleen on Nov 16, 2009
Very nice work here!
Teves on Nov 16, 2009
Very nice poem…
Teves on Nov 16, 2009
Nice piece…
Frances Lawrence on Nov 16, 2009
Sad, but so true. Beautifully written.
Teves on Nov 16, 2009
Nice one…
abhishek40914 on Nov 16, 2009
nice work
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Christine Ramsay on Nov 16, 2009
A sad, but beautifully written piece. Well done.

Christine
Sunitha Stalin on Nov 16, 2009
good one…….
xoxo on Nov 16, 2009
Good work. Very nice.
svishnugopal on Nov 16, 2009
wonderful meaningful words….lovely
Darla Cooke on Nov 16, 2009
Very good poem!
diamondpoet on Nov 16, 2009
Very nice poem.
deep blue on Nov 17, 2009
Well written post.
John Watson on Nov 17, 2009
A very good poem, keep up the awesome work my friend!!!
chitragopi on Nov 17, 2009
A sad metaphor well presented.
Lisa Clayton Williams on Nov 19, 2009
Very nice! Well written.
dgraphicrookie on Nov 24, 2009
very nice poem! but rather sad.

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