I wrote this poem when I was in blunt mood.It was in my stash.Here it goes
Lying on the bed
I mull over my thoughts
The pain of my struggles
Are too strong with deep scars
I always feel to be a victim
For things that I am not subjected
Whom to blame for the game?
Is it the Murphy?or the poor Me?
I shift my thoughts to others
Whew!That also disappoints me
People fight,hurt and kill others
Literally with mere words as weapon
I wish to be free from devastation
With love and affection all around
Life is too short to blame and fight
Understand let us forget and forgive
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6 comments:
You are supposed to write interesting stories.
Why wasting your and our time in writing poems.
No offense. :)
\\Why wasting your and our time in writing poems.
\\lol..I never worry to waste my time on writing poems...If I feel so I can waste any number of hours for writing a poem :)
it is left to reader's choice to waste/not waste their time by reading my poem.
thanks
hi gowra, a very good poem. but its very much touching.........i understand..gowri is growing up ---becoming responsible....
good one
Wah!I con't believe my eyes..is it you?
whoaaa...I am honoured didi...
errr itz bit mushy...writing my hands on mood swings :)
responsible??errrr whatz that!you should ask my mom...she has loads to tell about my responsibility..
Thanks Akka...I am glad to c ur comment :)
Gowri,
very good... Lovely poem - brings a picture of serinity & calmess towards the end...
Keep rocking :)
@Madhu,
only you can praise my poem :)thanks 4 being my source of inspiration for writings poems :)
madhu u rock!
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