Friday, June 24, 2011

Truth


A dry plant on parched soil
in blurry imagination
and a lump in throat...
I found you..
beneath wretched curtain
 draped in dust....

merciless time listens whom..
      would have listened your ...!
You paid off
beauty, glory and love
and he paid
only a number?

Holding speechless you, I amaze
how did your playing end
and how you did turn hazy....
may be It was not you
but my truth amidst
a life crazy... 

5 comments:

  1. I agree a lovely flow and there is such tenderness in your writing. Great job!

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  2. Thank you so much for your kind appraisal... I am honoured.

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  3. women have the most amazing strength,
    cheers,


    share 1 to 3 poems with poetry potluck week 41 today.

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  4. invite you to take our week 5 writing challenge,
    anything comes to mind would be awesome to share,
    smiles.
    hope to see your in.
    Happy Saturday.

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