Soliloquy Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Soliloquy



O my past great people.
infinity is still thrilled
with your deeds, memories
touch my blood
and keep the heat.
My this life I don't
understand, but must live.
So overwhelming, beautiful,
keep slipping from my hands.
I keep chasing it
to feel a winner..for what?
O my compassionate
forebears, My heroes...
Am carrying the legacy
not yet so clear to me.,
the bond is strong,
sometime feel chained!
Still I'm free?
Or don't want to be?
That's the question

Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: self
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