Angels cheering out to me,
As I lay back in my womb.
Demons leering out at me,
As I lay back in my tomb.
Dreaming, hoping, dying for,
A new lease of life.
Cuz my present has been,
Minced by the jeering knife.
Oh! the past that's past,
Swept away by the time.
Never been roses all the way,
have been white lilies too.
Learning, thinking, picking up,
the pieces, which I'd left,
Don't know where I'd abandoned them,
but, trying to go back with deft.
3 comments:
thank u thank u!!! yup I dabble in a little bit of poetry, (hey I am trying to be humble here, so bear with me!!:p)
thnx ya, sweety
not an abtruse poem...but i little cryptic!!i like it, i like it!
hey you write well, i mean recite well...oh watever!!
good poem!! keep it up. :-)
shitrint: than ku than ku!!! and thanks a ton for the excitement... :p cheers
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