Monday, August 17th, 2009 | Author:

Thousand of miles, sailing and sailing
The hedges and ditches, veiling un-veiling
The achievement of mine, when sweep the sky
I never knew will make me shudder and cry

I saw a corpse when startled at me
Lumping along-along with me
I was hiding my face from its sneer
It was asking about my entire souvenir

I was reluctant for what all happen
Is it possible? I was in sixes and seven
While Whirling along with this new fangled world
I never new by this global warming I will be swelled

Now each drop of water turned gulper
But they are only my thirst helper
Scrambling and staggering when I shattered
I found myself every where in water

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6 Responses

  1. 1

    Really a good poem.Nice post.I like this poem very much.Thanks for this post khushi.

  2. 2

    very nice

  3. 3

    Very well compiled… Well done Khushi

  4. 4

    You are a good poetess

    Is there a Parson, much bemus’d in beer,
    A maudlin poetess, a rhyming Peer.

  5. 5

    awsm,,,,,,,keep up d good wrk yar………:)

  6. 6

    awsm yar !!!!

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