A Story Told Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

A Story Told



My story is brief
I lived and died,
I lost my name
Due to a fright;
I will not return
To fail again or
Pay for a wrong
I did not commit,
That is the right
I can well avail.
Written on stone
Are the formulae
To make me ride
The thinnest air
Like a slight seed
That climbs high.

Friday, December 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Varsha M 12 December 2020

A seed too small Yet climb high On the ride I made Some big And some small But all make it work. Beautiful fantasy woven. Thank-you sir.

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