December 9, 2011
By sujata SILVER, New Delhi, Other
sujata SILVER, New Delhi, Other
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I know I should not possess,
Al best things in this world,
But it may hurt sometimes...
Have I no right even to cry.

I tried to chew my pains,
End and bury it in my hurt again,
But it has just turned tasteless,
Not perishing, succumbing my moments.

Rendering soul too heavy,
Mind full of unrest,
Throat too chocked to utter,
Sorrows finding no outlet.

Searching for your shoulder,
But then things would alter,
If you were there,
No day can be gloomy,
No pain can stay....

As I know I should not possess ,
All best things in this world,
But it may hurt sometimes..
Have I no right even to cry.

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zoid123 GOLD said...
on Jan. 13 2012 at 7:50 am
zoid123 GOLD, Charlotte, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
Trying to be someone your not is a waste of the person you currently are.

This is a really neat poem i love how you repeat the first stanza at the end, it makes it unique

akbarapanda said...
on Jan. 2 2012 at 9:32 pm
I don't need to possess, For I know Providence may dispossess. Knowing this turns my hurt to joy, Abundance of my joy helped my tears dry. Pains and hurts are my own imagination, The "TRUTH" has put me into sublimation. Heaviness of my soul turned lighter, The unrest mind became calmer. The throat choked with utter joy, Come I will share with all - don't shy. My gloomy days are over, For I found my soul mate for ever. I pray to THEE for making me realise, Finally this is the way of the WISE.


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