Thursday, 28 March 2013

Incomplete poem

I started a poem that I could not complete,
I wrote a verse I could not sing, 
I chased a dream I could not see, 
I failed a test I could not attempt; 

Life's stream passes me by, 
And I know not where to rest my feet – 
Darkness and light play games with me, 
I know not how to move on, nor give up. 

Verses have a way
of coming back when least expected; 
Like unheard stories 
they haunt the nights, 
And plague the days
with hazy images. 

My incomplete poem lingered on,
Till I could not rest, nor sleep;
And when I touched my pen today,
It flowed unabashed from the tip. 
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