Soul searches,
Soul urges,
Soul emerges,
Soul perishes.
Showing posts with label sunita 16/11/08 poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunita 16/11/08 poem. Show all posts
Sunday, November 16, 2008
DECEIT
Like a friend, he holds my hand
and leads me to a mountain top.
And then , like a foe, pushes me down.
While I crumble and crash,
he stands triumphant and glad.
and leads me to a mountain top.
And then , like a foe, pushes me down.
While I crumble and crash,
he stands triumphant and glad.
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