there used to be
poems
for every
pavement crack
ballads
for every
boy with
stained sleeves
and a hole in his chest
couplets
for every
gambler with a broken dream
losing fast on a threadless seam
elegies
for every
father who lived
too short
and died too
long
epics
for every
Madiba-shuffling
Ghandi
with his face on a t-shirt
made in shanghai
ghazals
for every
lover so loving
love itself could not requite
odes
for every
sunset
burnt behind an
eyelid
but now
my verse
is
blank.
4 comments:
nice
lovely
Wow
Every aspects of
emotions,expectations,hope,disappointment,
nostalgia,romance,memories and frustrations
you blend in one
I admire your strength and powerful aura
My dear friend
i do hope that you are will to accept this award
http://buwau98.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html
thanks
The verse once written
stays always
in my mind
and on my page
as a reminder of
the rhythms of
soul's expression
it sings
my desires
for union
with divinity
and now
sits quietly
in expression
fulfilled
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