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This is not a poem its my life

My life...its an unfinished poem
imperfect picture ...an ugly truth
I am writing but my pen is out of ink
I am painting but my canvas is dirty
i cant sing ......my throat is sore
I can't see colours....my eyes are all red
Salt storm of hardships weakening my eyes
Still strong in the hope a sweet scented breeze.
Will it come????
I cannot live perfect...how much I try
I love life
that much I lose life
that much God hate me
Lift these veils
Too late i think
Its time to leave or time to reach
I'm going
for the search of immortality
immortality of soul
Yes behind death...longing to reach there....



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sarah.small18 said...
Oct. 18, 2012 at 9:35 am
I like it. It's different.
 
AnandhuKrishna said...
Mar. 30, 2012 at 1:59 pm

comment plz

 

 
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