I used to stare at strangers
strolling in serenity with
hatred heavy on my heart.
The reasons, repentant,
rattled my ratiocination.
Till the time transpired
the transition of thought.
In retrospection, I realised
that the rage residing in
my retina was nothing but
my reflection resonating,
reeking off their faces.
too good..........lines done n a poignant way.........te way yu strtd t poem made me to admire t more............classic........10+++ sebastine...
Great piece Vaibhav - you describe well your mind's introspection. Mark
Wow, this is profound. You see what I told you earlier about your being so deep for your age. So was I. It is what poets need to be. A poet has a happy lighter happy childlike side and a deep philisophocal side and a romantic side and even a dark side. YOu expressed this nicely and I like it very much, I like for a poem to make me think 'I've been there, I know how he feels'. Nice job Susan
wow, this is wonderful.A deserving piece to be on top..Love it. Hugs, Meggie
An introspective rendition nicely crafted with conviction. Well expressed thoughts and feelings....
An excellent poem Vaibhav....on our own relection and introspection....
nice poem, reflection! strong topic to be written..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Vaibhav, Good controlled expression. We need to retrospect within us only then we find a balanced judgement.Nice little poem Keep on writing. best of luck-Rajkumar 9