Second Best Poem by medha Reesaul

Second Best



Always the bridesmaid,
But never the bride,
As much as it wounds my pride,
I try to keep my head up high,
Night after night I have cried myself out,
Seeping through the pain inflicted by life,
Exhausted, defeated I have lied,
Tomorrow I will fight
God willing I wake up alive.........

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Saadat Tahir 17 January 2013

the vagaries of life, of soul and search depicted well and with emotive intensity blue and dark....yet there is a welcome message of hope at the end....subtle yet palpable liked

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