Wishes are still thrown away
Dreams are turned to ashes
I’ll fight come what may
Being used to bruises & thrashes
The rose still smiles in the garden
My shoulders deep under burden
The birds, rivers are still beautiful
O God my routine is still full
Rules, restrictions and constraints
I am sick of holding me back
Though it has eaten away my strengths
I will still walk on the same track
The road may become more thorny
Numerous more opportunities may again be wasted
But I’ll wait & let my blood drip
And get my aim blasted
It may always defeat my wit
May I lose some more battle
I will prove my metal
Fear me more, but I won’t quit!
This one is more mature than the earlier ones you written;So congratulations and keep it up.However I am not satisfied by the picture it contains.Being an animated pic I think it lessens the spark of adrenaline your poem contains,so kindly consider about changing it.....take no offense..
ReplyDeleteThanks, I guess I am growing up a bit...I did not find any real picture which could express my view. A real one will be of a film hero with unnecessary make ups, whereas an animated one will have the correct picture of a soldier who doesn't quits till his last breath...but yes if i get one i will definitely post it :-) Thanks 4 ur valuable suggestion :-)
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