I loose myself to
thee, Oh Time,
Make me sway beneath thy plight!
Life’s turned over new realms,
Gay no more, I've been lost!
Bring me back, lest I cease along;
In wind and rain, my splendour mourns!
I, a sad soul, revival calls;
On this diary, should truth be known.
I keep a vow, with persistent hope,
In spite of slips and spills of young,
To happiness, in
which I truly believe,
God witness this, I will persevere!
By: Anoop M. Mathew
Written: 09-07-2012
Image Courtesy: www.etc.usf.edu
2 comments:
it is never fair to comment on poetry, but reading this, i could not resist. in spite on not knowing the context in which you have written this, i wish you all the best, and may you find all success in your endeavors. enjoyed reading.
Thank You :)
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