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| Saturday 11 October, 2008 |
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My second
It seems as if suffering is preparing me to do wat I've always wanted to but never knew.This poem I wrote some days after the Ist one.I simply couldn't title it;I mean it's very real & close to me & my life & as our lives've never depended on titles(just 1 title for our lives & dat's'Moving On') so y'd this poem? The time I don't remember & place as usual is my room.& yeah I penned this poem(on paper) which is rarity with me coz I even think with computer. Anyways here it goes........... The dream she had was a nightmare Afraid of it being true asked me wat’s I up to I, estranged point blank loss of words or speechlessness; Was this the time to go bonkers? Again came the blow shredding me to bits restoring myself, I searched to click my soul & the ideas There’s no virus just got the anti virus renewed Thoroughly cleansed I said to thee No, am not Doubting myself I cross checked all but I’s clean Was I or was I trying to……. I’d see her head Moving in disbelief & there I’s full of belief. Old is gold so are old wounds No matter they heal but stink forever They do, yes! They do But isn’t it human It is, but not in my case.
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