Az' Versifier

Rookie - 25 Points (13/08/1997 / India)

Whenever.... (Vol.4) - Poem by Az' Versifier

Whenever I hear the ousting low,
Of my lone heart,
I loose my reality and go,
To the breaking dreams on which my mirages mirth.

Whenever I hear the jaded weal,
Of others but story-mine,
I loose my beats and heal,
The answer for question's divine.

Whenever I hear the calming-shout,
Of others but beloved mine,
I loose my heart and doubt,
On my fate dwelling in some lurking hymn.

Whenever I hear echoing-silence,
Of my soul's moan,
I loose my spirit and hence,
Become hopeless being like a clone.

For which I can live is the love's care,
But, goes with shy, it comes whenever…..


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Dedicated to: - My Fate

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 1, 2012


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