Reallocating

May 7, 2011
By Supriya PLATINUM, Palampur, Other
Supriya PLATINUM, Palampur, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Poetry spills from the cracks of broken heart, but flows from the one which is loved.


That was
Probably a jest rather than a reproach
Stinking words stroke my charm
Then
I watched a fear approach
Which squawked without any alarm
In the lap of sun-swept beams
Those words bared their pride
They buried my realistic dreams
Blowing the beads of hope abide
Smelling the ash of burned way
I walked around in a daze
It was a "taunt" that made me lay
Over the feet of some one's gaze



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