In Mad Stampede Poem by Vikram G. Aarella
In Mad Stampede
Life is difficult indeed
Race of very high speed
And of mad stampede
Among men trying to succeed.
I am lost in the proceed
None is paying me heed
Over me i don't have cede
I am like a lost sea weed.
Emotionally, how long i have to bleed
In the struggle of life, shall i concede?
My self confidence is on the recede
For a micracle, i am in desperate need.
CR VGA,10/6/06
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an absolute gem of a write turmoil and chaos reign only loss no gain each soul's prayer!
SOUNDS LIKE YOU'VE BEEN TO NEW YORK CITY RECENTLY! NICE WRITE, VIK...LIKE THE METRE CHANGE, IN THE FINAL STANZA BRINGING MORE ATTENTION TO THE CLOSE, WHILE NOT DISTURBING THE RHYTHM PATTERN'''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Vikram, that was beautiful expression of the ugly rat race that we are all in, unfortunately. Let the very best happen to you professionaly and more importantly emotionaly!
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4/26/2024 12:35:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a gem of a poem indeed