Ankur Beohar

The Fallacious - Poem by Ankur Beohar

My dreams are meant to shatter,

I often fail in their upkeep

Disturbed at night by the morning star

Of day, by the night too deep.

And to uphold these clouds of illusions

I work incessantly through life,

As if, swimming my way through the emotions

of which I find no other scribe!

I start from where I end,

And I end at the intrusive start

which still appeals to my desires

And promises an expression of art.

A wanderer I was, I am

In this capacious canvas of life,

Alive I was, I am,

Yearning for glory in this undermined strife.

Topic(s) of this poem: dreams, life, pain

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 20, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 20, 2015

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