MISTAKEN BEAUTY
A delicate flower sways.............
braving the strong winds of
the thunderous gloomy night.........
Its frail petals falling one by one.............
A tear trickling down the eyes of a star.......
entwined in the treacherous locks of storm....
settles on one of them
sparkling as a precious gem..............
and you have been always thinking
it as a serene dew drop of a tranquil morning.........
A small weak bird.......
in the heartless cold grip
of a vicious venomous snake
under the blurred leaden sky
A frightful, suppressed,muffled
cry escapes its dying heart..........
and you have been always thinking
it as the cool whiff
of the approaching dawn..............
7 comments:
VERY GOOD
I read it today-my god what expressions-beautiful like u.
your thinking is very very wide and beautiful just like a nature.
i read your your beautiful pieces of writing ...they are touching... showing how sensitive you to everything happening around you ...i was touched by your feelings towards your mother ...the pictures you have put up are wonderful ...may god bless you and may you keep u your writing skills ...with love ..best wishes and blessings from me
Thanx ma'am for appreciating my work-your comments r like precious pearls for me which will always guide me by their lustre and brightness,whenever i would feel gloomy n low-u kno ma'am when i left
N.D.A. for loreto the only regret was that somehow i could never be in ur class.....
After every approaching dawn there is a new morning -- a new day with a lot of new surprises and promises. The flower will bloom from the same plant. The flower might wither the next morning only to re-appear the next morning. That is "hope". :-)
but that would be a new one with a new fate...what abt the one which hs already met a premature death or the bird which wanted to scale the heights....what about the promises people make and never keep up with them....till when the same game would be played with sooo many characters on this wide stage of world?
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