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The saga of dusty roads of Utah
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The saga of dusty roads of Utah |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india 
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The Saga of dusty roads of Utah (To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski) = There he was playing with some mild explosives, in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; the June month had swelled like the taut belly of a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be a scientist which he became. He, of course could not envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative would be remembered by his explosive daughter and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted. The end of the road was just an end of the road where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat and the covert window of the farm house would yield a father and son talk. Strong argument on future, on an university, on money on a world that could differ in generations; of course the boy, as a father, understood his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart. He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him here and there; navy, marriage and science, pharmacology and marriage again; a gust of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep and an American novel is shooting up its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar clever talks delay friendship! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Another keeper for my library. You simply must publish your works, my friend. This piece has an interesting storyline that could easily become a novel. You have a keen eye for detail and the ability to immerse the reader into the setting quickly and naturally. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Well, the strange Indian does know how to tell the story!! Very captivating, dear Ku! Love, Margherita |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Kushal, I don't understand this poem as well as I usually understand your poetry, nor do I know the story behind it, but you held me spellbound, every step of the way, and each time I read it, I felt it more. I can't make up my mind which you are greater at - painting a poetic portrait - or weaving a tale - and perhaps I never will. Whilst I don't understand the poem fully, it evokes a sadness and a fear in me which I don't understand fully either. Owl |
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