a poem
Its silent but not serene
Solitude,
Amidst the crowd
It knocks at my heart
It teases
It questions
It threatens and asks
“who will you call?”
I surrender ,
My eyes moist
My palms wet
Throat parched
I want to call out
“who will I call?”
I look at my palm
I look at my past
Its destiny they say
I wonder , I have my faith
And yet just want to know
Who should I call?
Years had flown
I stood alone
Enveloped by darkness
I knock on hopes door
posted by divya at 2:14 PM
2 Comments:
Hey divya, Cheer up.. Scorpions get good people all along their life, for they are unique and there is no on like a scorpion girl.. yes I am one, and I have got an excellent company.
Simple and forceful. Very nicely written.
Reading the words made me wonder what inspired them..
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