Blood stains on the
Wall of memories
Have darkened;
Expensive emotions
Fail to dry up
If nurtured with
Wasteful tears;
Feathers of hope
Fuel up
Aspirations of a
Flight in captivity.
Life on tenterhooks
Chirps cautiously;
There’s no respite,
Except optimism!
and so there you go..well done
ReplyDeleteNice one Faridoon! So when are u going to make all your poems in a book? U shud do it! :-) Hope u are having a great weekend! Take Care :-)
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