PHANTOM RING

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By Devika

I can sometimes feel its presence on my finger And how that feeling in my heart seems to linger I vividly remember the day i first felt it against my skin How it shone and it spoke to me even amidst the din!! Every time i looked at it i saw a face A face now...so hard to remember..so hard to trace... But what i remember more is what the ring signified.... A promise that should've lasted a lifetime..a promise that died How suddenly i was robbed of its presence Just when it had become a part of my essence I remember kissing it when i parted ways with it As if to send a message to its new recipient And now all i have left of it is a vague remembrance of it on my finger, I rub the very spot it used to occupy as if to make the feeling disappear.... But as a nerve gets cut during an amputation, leaving behind a "phantom limb" I wish this amputation of my heart wouldnt have left behind a feeling of "Phantom ring" 13/1/08 ps..i know the last para is technical..but if ur a doctor u will get it....

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September 10, 2008 18:05ray!

i'm not a doctor but i think I still get it. The nerve that was cut still tries to send electric impulses to the limb that is no longer there right? Well I think it's a great metaphor and I really like this poem.

September 19, 2008 16:35Devika

hey..thanks a lot ya!!! yes even after the nerve is cut..u get impulses as if the nerve is present....