Kavya S Babu


At the wits' end


My world is wide
but my path is narrow
My eyes are bright
but its vision is too delicate
My mind is built up
but its too weak to hold up
My life is beautiful
but at times it turns out to be furious
The sun, the moon and the stars
are my best of friends
because they seems to have known my story,
though I have never told them any
Even when I am worried, they smile at me
The omen for believing in a good hope
I just scribbled this to get rid of my tense
Now I feel refreshed
What a miracle! ;
When your feelings are reborn as words
and harshly kiss the notepad,
You feel the whole universe is your spectator
and at last, when you struggle for the last goal,
the howling mob around,
puts you into a 'nowhere'...

Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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  • Vizard Dhawan (5/26/2013 1:33:00 AM)

    wow kavya what a poem to start with
    very touchy and with perfect rhyme and rhythmn
    great poem
    do check my poems too (Report) Reply

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