Monday, March 29, 2010

The Man Who Hanged Himself on His Phrase

Early in the morning
while leaving for his work
a careless phrase
he threw on her face;
all in jest
not in earnest.

He then left for his work.

Back at home the phrase
lingered on.
In the menacing still of the day
gradually it grew
roots and leaves.

Back from his work
when at sundown he came
the tree was ready
sturdy and steady
In the dark of that night
he hanged himself on his phrase.

1 comment:

Rupam said...

good post!

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