swetha vankayalapati

Who Am I? - Poem by swetha vankayalapati

Let me put the words
What I feel atleast
This moment for thee…

The blooming saffrons
Ever tiding river waves;
The rumbles of wood
in my room,
dull light around,
one learns I'm never a groom!
No…no…no..I'mnt a poet! !

Far away from my villa
World cheers riches;
Will a street highness
note a boy passes on
with hands to lend on
him with heart beyond
Contempt than content?
No…no…no…I'mnt against the world! !

God always took me
to the lines of need
Bad always moved me
to the paths without need;
Where am I?
may be always in dark
with no mark of jerk in life!
NO...no...no...I'mnt a philosopher! !

The airs near my ears
mix up with, sounds
across shores, withers of leaves
while raining; welcome
hands to beat drums; even play piano!
NO...no...no...I'mnt a musician! !

Alas! thin shades of grief
approach me more
that she smiled at me
to my simper!
I call her angel of death
for...she drills away mirth..
NO...no...no...I'm......He is no more...! !

I am the dwarf who completes saying 'he is no more'.
I always stand beside his book when he starts writing.
He is... what he says he is not..!
I slowly.... took away the book that is under his face....
closed his eyes...peace in HEAVEN! !

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012

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