A Solitary Vagabound

Blue Sky

Lying in the deathbed,
with all your hopes are gone,
waiting for the angels,
to come and take you home.
Home, where there will be light,
beautiful mornings and a lovely night,
Where no one will bother you,
and the sky won't be gray but blue...

Sadly I am not in that position yet,
there will a lot of things I will need to forget,
Life is not perfect and it never can be,
and I will be happy, there is no guarantee,
Although sorrow is the seed, for fruit of joy,
There is no meaning of a smile if you never cry,
Doesn't matter how painfully my life goes by,
But this is definitely the way I want to die..

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 13, 2009

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Comments about Blue Sky by A Solitary Vagabound

  • Satyabrata Patnaik (7/19/2009 9:24:00 AM)

    Oh! man..as long as there is life there is hope.That tone of optimism is the best thing about this one.

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