Saturday, May 14, 2011

On the verge of depression a poem that is only the way to express the pain..

Hopes fade, frustration sustain,
Nothing new in life to maintain.
The rising sun never bring happiness,,
Its only the soreness that prevails.
Blossoming of flowers is unable to create zest,,
Chirping of birds can’t make me rest..
Sky seems so far. Flying seems a vanished way,,
Nothing is right, but castles in air running on their own way.
Hardwork is now not d success’s seed
Because luck has taken d race’s lead.
Questions are countless and thrashing d mind..
Answers r here hard to find..
Let’s destiny rule this time.
Will show my caliber when time would b mine…

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