she that is lonely and who breaks the minute
which crumbles on her like old bread
and then rises like a wave to engulf her
she has nothing to fear
her loneliness will take her through
and someday she will sleep content
like how children sleep after long days
she who worries for her different loves
who is wife, daughter, lover, mother
her enormous heart will suffice
through repeated betrayals of her love
she has nothing to worry
for she has it in her to take it all in
and from the suffering extend pleasure
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I did'nt understand your poem or whatever....
Come on maddy i didn't expect this from you!!!
You broke my heart......
Neet/Neetika/Neetu
eeyow, if you dont unnerstan somethin howz it gonna break ur heart. there are other more certain ways of doin that.
ps: use fevicol to stick it together again. i do it all the time
like this sad contentment
that rises,
flows from her,
breaking the minute,
her loneliness
rather than her...
:)
hi poetess:
the colour of serenity is blue
contentment be always on you
hi anu:
there is a not little bit, but a huge amount of loneliness in all of us. the trick is in accepting that you cant win against it. most of us just want this loneliness to disappear forever and thus we keep moving in circles. nope, this enemy needs to be fought by befriending it.
Nice poem !! Honestly !
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr8...
Pursuedbyfuries!!
It's My Life Reflected here,
Better Remain Anonymous here,
Thanks...
Hi Inner Relfections:
My reflections, both inner and outer, leads me to the come that tis very okay to share. Though I hope you understand, that what I wrote was unorginal to the extreme.
Hi Uma:
Dont be anonymous. Especially with an enchanting name like Uma.
Beautiful. Just plain beautiful~
Wish I could write poetry like that.
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