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Sometimes I think....

Sometimes I think
I am an over trodden way,
An over used paper,
An over ridden bicycle,
An over sung melody …

I am a guitar ,
An over played old guitar,
With broken strings
And had lost love of player.

I am a leaf,
Proud of being at liberty,
But suddenly broken into hundred pieces
When crushed under your feet.

I was a life once
I used to wear smile
Now my weary eyes
Wear dark circles only
Thick , round black clouds of sinful days.

I was sunk in lust
Ignored your love’s Ganga
Lost in abyss of Hell
Avoided your call of Heaven.

But …
Oh ! Vile you left my hand
To let me sunk more in mud
To let me drown more in death
Why ? Why didn’t you hold me tight
Why didn’t you fight
And get me back
If you say you really Loved me?
Why you left me on my destiny
Didn’t you know?
Love could change the Fate
And bring back even dead from Hell’s gate?







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Anonymous said…
yr dark circles r sign of yr desire to transform yrself, round black clouds cant cease yr search of simplify yr soul. one day people vl dance to d hidden music of dis over played old guitar!!! only the present has power over lives...
March 4, 2010 at 11:13 AM
@ngel ~ said…
Thank you Anonymous... :)
March 4, 2010 at 7:58 PM
MOHAMMAD NAYEEM said…
the last stanza is fabulous! beautifully written buddy!! i was sooooo overwhelmed reading it, i read it again and again!! :)
March 7, 2010 at 7:13 PM
@ngel ~ said…
That's the best compliment I ever got for my poem.. Thank you Nayeem :)
March 8, 2010 at 1:43 AM
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