Like me
The new moon pretended
To smile even after losing
Its better half.
Like me
The Grape pretends to
Please others,
Even after fermenting itself.
Like me
The tall ‘oak’ tree
Stood bold even after
Its beloved creeper died of age.
Like them, what else
Could I do, than to suffer and
Smile!
I Muted my Heart,
Which shouted in deep agony.
Her reminiscence slaps
My thoughts, like the over-excited
Waves racing to the beach.
And the scar carved by that diamond
Will remain forever on this
Stoned heart.
05/01/2009
5 comments:
Good Job!!
very good, than ur earlier poems abt d same topic.
shwetha
cheer up boy... write something springy n lively
poem is good but coem out of monotonous melancholy....
cool man....
A good poem Pavan...Will be backing for your endeavors.
Waiting for something refreshingly Different...
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